Splat.
I looked up. A blob of pink paint was dripping from the doorway. Below stood the culprit, a blonde pigtailed girl holding a paintbrush. I smiled. Sonya.
Splat.
Another one, on the video shelf. I chuckled, but she didn't notise.
Splat.
Another, on the floor. I chuckled again. There was a tap at the window. I looked out to see my friend waving at me. I stood up. "Sonya-"
Splat.
Next thing I knew, I was spitting out pink paint.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Sonya said, looking worried.
I touched my forehead, then looked at my pink finger.
"S'okay," I said. "I probably would've wound up doing that to myself anyway."