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Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 27)“N-new objective?” Garry asks in a small voice, looking up at you from his sitting position on the floor. He rubs at his eye whilst looking up at you questioningly. To be honest, it would be cute if it wasn't harmful gas that had caused the effect. Still, you give him a sympathetic little smile.Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 27) by TheNekozawaFan
“Yep, new objective. Worth roughly fifty EXP for each player, a kiss for Player 2, and maybe a bonus if completed within the time goal.”
“Player 2?” Garry awkwardly points at himself.
“Well I'm obviously Player 1, hunny, making you Player 2.” You smile down at him and giggle. He smiles back before reaching out to you, clearly asking for help standing up.
“So what's our 'objective'?” He asks, brushing off his coat.
“Mm, I think we have to find balls of paint. Pretty sure the note said seven of them. I honestly have no idea what a ball of paint is like, so this is gonna be kind of weird.” You scratch at the back of your head
Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 26) “Okay so that was a good room. I liked that room.” you mumble nervously as you walk through the now open door. “Let us see . . .” you take a step through the doorway. “What dreams may come . . .”Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 26) by TheNekozawaFan
You're quiet for a moment as you take a few cautious steps into the hall. As you sneak forward, you can hear Garry attempting to hold in a laugh behind you. You smile and continue forward.
“Okay so this looks fin- noooooope.” you stand up straight and back up to stand beside Garry when you spot the small blue doll ahead of you. You and Garry exchange glances before slowly walking forward, hand-in-hand. The hand holding was certainly an interesting new feature, but also one that you could quickly learn to enjoy.
“More notes, huh?” Garry leans over slightly to read the bright purple ink on the wall.
“Hello there . . . I don't like being alone . . . Take me with you . . .!”
Garry looks back up at you with an unea