Aventurine was standing up at his easel, painting. You walked in and saw the canvas and all the others on the ground. It was all you, every single one. Aventurine was too focused on painting to notice you walk in. He sighed and wiped sweat off his forehead, paintbrush still in hand. He suddenly set down the paintbrush and grabbed his sunglasses off his head. "Ahh.. shit did I get paint on them..?"