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"THIS is why we don’t  TOUCH THINGS that we know aren’t OURS.”

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A few people have asked for it so here’s my “Ib” fansong. From Garry’s POV, very metaphorical and unpolished. But hey, enjoy. :)

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I’ve been here before, but never with company

there’s beauty in the madness of someone else’s longing

to be seen, to not slip through the cracks,

to fall into the black and be alone forever

known by nobody

I had a dark dream and awoke to turn to tell it to a ghost

I put all my ghosts into my words, and then erase them ‘till their smoke

floats across my page, falls into my paints,

and lines my pockets of my coat

to haunt my lonely days.

and maybe we’ll both die, maybe I will die for you,

a little stranger in her Sunday best, but what else could I do?

to be anything but lonely’s worth a shot at being only

a forgotten portrait hung inside a gallery to view.

Rooms built of emotion, as awkward as a sonnet writ of stone

or even the comfort of someone like me who stumbles on their own

lack of common sense, a backwards, wrong-end mess dressed in shabby clothes, and who but you would be impressed?

What maniacal artist, cursed the canvas, dipped his brush in fate

and painted my face beside thinking I could guide you?

Obligation thoroughly dictates I stay sane in the face of rage

And so for your sake I’ll be brave, thank god you saved me.

and maybe there’s an exit, and it’s light is up ahead,

and maybe art for art’s sake only isn’t all that bad.

to be anything but useless, if there’s just a chance I’ll choose it

even if it means, consequentially, I’m doomed a muse instead

Or confined as a forgotten portrait hanging in your head.

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There’s a pile of STUFF on his bed, most of it things he had taken the liberty of PICKPOCKETING  on one of his more BORING outings.

“Don’t need this.. Don’t need that... What even is this?” Items are picked up and carelessly tossed into a nearby waste bin. “Dear god Suga’s wallet. I forgot I took that.”

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“Cute is YOUR  definition. More like ANNOYING to me.”

“Uwaah, this is a disaster! Now I’m YOUR colour!”

“How could you do this to such a cute little girl!”

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A startled SQUEAK  exited garry’s mouth, and an entire bucked of  blue paint was PROMPTLY poured over the girl’s head.

“Oh SHUT IT you!”

“Ngha! And you call ME a child!”

Both hands smothered into the pallet, smacking to his cheeks in rainbow hand prints. 

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“Oay okay I GET it. No touching. I’m just here for a little while anyways. Think we can coexist  for an hour, cat? ”

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No, the cat doesn’t want to be pet. He barely even wants this strange and ugly man’s company. They earned a hiss from the rōnin.

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Now that just INFURIATED  the purple-haired man and his own brush dipped into a jar of water before swirling around in a blob of yellow paint and firmly smearing a yellow line across the girl’s chest.

“HMPH.”

That touched a nerve.

“Okay, I will!”

She then jammed the  brush into the blue, then pressed the bristles hard to his face, a blue smear trailing from his cheek to his nose.

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“Go AHEAD Mary!  Try it! Just try to make me look a bit better than your CRAPPY  sketchbook drawings, okay?!”

“Well… Maybe I’ll paint YOU instead! How d’you like that!”

Her tiny fist grabbed at the nearest paint brush, wielding it as one would a dagger.

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oceanic eyes narrow  into a squint, and slender hands move the splintered bush towards the red on his pallet.

“Try me.”

That was more upsetting than she  would have liked to admit.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

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“I’m an adult, Mary. Adults swear from  time to time. There’s nothing wrong with swearing occasionally.”

A small pat is administered to the top of the painting’s head  and he turns back to face the canvas, “If you won’t paint it, i’ll paint her.”

Mary’s eyebrows scrunched together as she gave him a nasty glare.

“You swore.”

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“E-eh?”

What on earth was she rambling on about now? She CLEARLY didn’t grasp the concept of what splatter paint was. 

“How the HELL is a painting supposed to want to be something if it isn’t even PAINTED yet!? For god sakes, Mary!  you have no eye for modern art.”

“But that makes no SENSE!”

Clearly, she is very upset by this concept.

“How awful would it be if a painting wanted to  be a pretty woman or a powerful warrior but ended up being nothing but a splatter of paint! It’s insulting!”

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“Not necessarilly, Mary.  The amount of time put into something doesn’t necessarrily equal the amount of love. A lot of people  find splatter painting to be quite cool. There’s no possible way to completely replicate a splatter painted canvas!”

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“Just…. throw it at the canvas.”

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         And yet it seemed that her bitterness remained

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