It's Just Paint; a Bloody Painter X Reader story.

This is she/her/they/them pronouns, but you're welcome to read no matter who you are <3

"Uh... that's just paint, boys. C'mon, let's go outside!"

You whisper-yelled them the last part, ushering the confused and oblivious boys out of the house, the smell of metallic rust filling your nose as you cringed, calmly shutting the door behind you as you grabbed both of their hands and walked down the sidewalk and into the car.

"Miss (N/n), why are your hands all wet?"

"Nothing, Epriham, just keep walking, okay?"

You cringed even more when you had now become aware of how clammy your hands were, before quickly opening the car door and calmly placing the boys in, telling them to strap in before you entered the drivers seat and drove out of the driveway...

Those icey blue eyes never left that (hair color) woman.