Walking out of the shop with a couple tubes of paint in hand, Kali takes a moment to tip her head back and enjoy the sunshine. As much as she enjoys her studio, it's nice to be out in it. She knows several of her contemporaries rush through errands like this, eager to get back to their canvas or their clay, but she can't help but stop in momentary appreciation.<br/><br/>Only momentary, though; she hurries along the street back to her apartment, and though her legs aren't really all that long, she takes the stairs two at a time anyway. She slides through the door and closes it behind her, kicking her shoes off as she heads back to her canvas. She sets the tubes she bought aside, to test them out in a bit, while she picks up one of her brushes. The way the light was hitting the window outside gave her an idea ...<br/><br/>The sun is slanting long shadows across the narrow road by the time Kali comes back out of her apartment, having showered and gotten the paint off of her skin and out of her hair. She still has a few spots on her jeans, speckles of white and green, and one large pale blue dollop just above the hem of one leg. Nothing to be done for it, really... She's shed the oversized button-down, revealing a pale pink tank top underneath that stands out against her cinnamon skin. She's re-braided her damp hair, and fiddles with her keys as she turns to lock the door to her apartment.<br/><br/>Hurrying down the outside stairwell that brings her down to the alley beside the restaurant, she sets off down the street toward the cafe that's not far away, her flip-flops slapping against her soles. She could seriously go for some coffee...