บท 155: Infiltrating the Bakery

The dirt on her face felt wet and because it had become complete liquid, parts of it were dripping down her face. She kept having to wipe the ones near her eyebrow to avoid it getting into her eyes. Texture wise, it made sense as paint to wipe it on but she had put a bit too much causing it to leak. 

Her body leaned back on the wall and she tilted her head upwards to stop any drops. With how cold the temperature it would not take to long for the mud to become more caked on her face. She would still be covered but the mud won't get in the way when she was running about. Closing her eyes she let her body fall into a relaxed state as her face dried.