He manages to dive away just in time.
"Jeez. Goddamn bugs. Hate 'em. They just looove crawling all over you..." The brunette mutters.
"Agreed. They're disgusting..." The blonde murmurs, looking at Gaknar as he flies about. "That's a weird bug, though. Never seen something like it..." She murmurs.
The door slides open with a loud creak, revealing a rather dingy interior. There are bottles of paint and brushes lining the shelves, as well as other crafting materials, like clay, beads, pencils, canvases, etc.
The female Djinn behind the counter is sleeping with her head on her arms, and hasn't even noticed Phorsaal enter.