"...finally done."
Aria sighed as she slumped on the ground, feeling tired and a little bit out of breath. Her face had streaks of black paint, her hair is a mess, and the work clothes she was wearing are similarly dirtied as well.
Despite her exhaustion though, her eyes were clear and joyous. She did it. She managed to not only turn Demon Trinkets into paint, she also managed to apply it to the whole safehouse all by herself.
The process of converting Demon Trinkets into paint had taken several attempts. She failed a total of three times but she succeeded on her 4th try. The paint job she did was also well done, the safehouse looked different yet unchanged at the same time.
Ashton silently appeared next to her. Aria let out a yelp when she felt that she was being hoisted off the ground. She giggled when her man started peppering kisses on her face.
"Job well done, Babe." Ashton kissed her on the lips. Aria hummed and wrapped her arms around him.
