(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)
For a tarp, the cloth felt rather... wet. Peeling back a bit of the fabric, Chihiro let out a startled cry as she saw her normally fair skin stained blue! She had failed to notice in her haste to throw the tarp on, but it would seem that the tarp had more than a little paint splattered on it.
Dreading the sight, but feeling that she needed to know, Chihiro unwrapped the tarp completely, her eyes widening as she saw just how much paint she'd covered herself in. She looked like some kind of crazy collage: her body was covered in an array of blues, whites, reds, and blacks. The paint was thicker in some places, and parts of her skin remained untouched, but that just made Chihiro look even stranger. Chihiro had never imagined herself with blue breasts before, but now she knew exactly what that looked like. She didn't even want to think of what her back must have looked like.
"I... I can't go anywhere like this!" Chihiro said. "I have to wash this off!"
Chihiro looked around the room for somewhere to wash the paint off of herself. Thankfully, the art room was equipped with a large sink, probably meant for washing brushes and easels, but perfectly serviceable for what Chihiro needed. Of course, washing all the paint off would take time...
Furthermore, the tarp was still cover, wet paint or no. Sure, she'd get even more paint all over herself, but that wouldn't matter so long as she kept the tarp. Her paint-covered skin would stay covered by the tarp, and Chihiro certainly didn't intend on losing it in front of people...
Chihiro had to make a choice. Waste precious time washing up with the sink, or carry on with the paint-splattered tarp?
