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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 7, 2016 22:00:13 GMT -5
"What are you gonna paint?"
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Post by Moderator Merida on Aug 8, 2016 9:28:40 GMT -5
Arty smiled a bit, "I'm thinking Emma." She told him quite happily.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 8, 2016 16:41:36 GMT -5
"Okay. I'll go make food then," he smiled at her.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Aug 8, 2016 22:04:00 GMT -5
Arty watched him go, she couldn't believe how much he had done for her. She'd never be able to make him as happy as he had just made her. She sighed at the thought, but quickly went into her own world, focused on her painting.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 9, 2016 0:25:54 GMT -5
He smiled, leaving the room. He was glad she was so happy about the paints.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Aug 12, 2016 15:36:57 GMT -5
Arty finished painting an impressionist painting of Emma, and leaned it up against the wall to dry. She smiled, walking into the kitchen to clean her paint brushes and herself.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 12, 2016 16:06:35 GMT -5
He smiled, "how'd it go?"
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Post by Moderator Merida on Aug 12, 2016 16:20:42 GMT -5
Arty beamed, "You're welcome to look at it," She said, still cleaning.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 12, 2016 16:47:30 GMT -5
Blake walked over, and smiled at the painting. It's good."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Aug 12, 2016 19:06:08 GMT -5
Arty smiled, "It's pretty, and it reminds me of her, but I can't wait to make some real art." She told him, happily. She was really bummed out about losing everything, but now she had a purpose again.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 12, 2016 19:09:57 GMT -5
He smiled and kissed her cheek, "we should hang it. "
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Post by Moderator Merida on Aug 12, 2016 20:23:32 GMT -5
Arty smiled happily, "Finally some color in this dreadful place!" She cheered, teasing him.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 12, 2016 20:31:34 GMT -5
He laughed, "oh whatever, loser!"
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Post by Moderator Merida on Aug 12, 2016 20:32:44 GMT -5
Arty smiled, and lifted her arms to cheer but then winced, "Can I have my medicine?" She asked, her arm hurting. She wasn't asking his permission, but couldn't remember when she'd last taken it.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Aug 12, 2016 20:41:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, I think it's time to," he smiled.
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