He keeps his paw lifted above it while it spins as it starts to lose momentum. There's a moment where even he's not really wanting it to stop. He is taking well to his art, his head tilting when it finally stops and he'll leave it there on the ground.

He'd be right. It was all about his power to choose all over again and his art allowed him to carve on the inside with his claws when he wanted to not fill it with color or abstract designs.

"You'd be one of the few that thinks so. What's yours?"