+6 Perfect Pictures
+ shslnormal
+ toshio-fukawa
+ crazy-diamondo
+ booksandmurders
+ themafiasmaster
+ 1millionfungoes
She's painting an image from earlier, using the same paints she'd made the other day. She takes a moment to pause and make sure everything looks the way she wants it to, smiling when she sees perfection. A sudden knock at the door startles her, though, and a flinch causes her to slosh paint onto her arm, apron, left shoe, and the floor. Giving a small whine at the mess, she turns her head to the door. "J-just a moment!" she calls, hoping that whatever the person needed, it'd be important enough for them to wait. She sets down the container of paint, and her brush, then wipes off the paint that splattered on her shoe and arm onto a towel she'd grabbed; she'd deal with her apron and the floor later.
She then moved to the door, unlocking and opening it to greet the person on the other side. "Yes? Did you need something..?"
