"HURK-" Clarience jerked herself awake after having a brutal nightmare; A man violently shook... Oh... Beside her was man who looked exactly like the one in her nightmare. She poked his shoulder just to make sure she wasn't still asleep.

"This is an Art Shop," She yawned and helped herself up off of the floor, "Come to buy goods, or are you trying to find a place to nap?" She chuckled lightly at her own joke.

Clarience scratched lightly at her cheek, picking off some dry paint from her recent escapades. She sat back down behind the counter and rested her head on her hand, she gave the man a small, yet lazy smile.

"I haven't tidied up a bit in awhile as you can see, but she's still an able shop."

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Customers came occasionally, just to buy a painting or two, or the occasional paint can for their homes. It wasn't boring, it was more so quiet and peaceful than anything, and Clarience enjoyed that serenity she got.

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For a moment, she appeared to be dozing off, almost falling asleep once again.