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All they could do was sigh, a defeated shrug of their shoulders. "I don't know, anymore - maybe I'll go back into piercing. I've been writing songs, again - but just small shit. And a lot of it's about Seinfeld 'cos that's what I've been - watching after I smoke. There's only so many ways to rhyme Kramer. Gamer. Lamer. I can't think of another word." Gabe attempted to straighten themself up, "It's - hard, when it's family - you know this, KP." At their question - they shook their head, but stood anyways, "Nah - is there anything you've been wanting to do? I mean - maybe a fucking like, giant cat. A jaguar would be sick - no reason, just think big cats are neat."

K.P. nodded slowly at his response, thinking over their words. "Well, is it what you want to do?" they questioned bluntly, shrugging. "Is it worth sticking him out? Is it worth doing what you love—or, depending on what you're looking for, worth the money?" They glanced at them. "Or is it better to cut your losses?" At their latter words, K.P. hid a grin. "Mm-hm," they replied sarcastically, "I bet." They nodded. "Cool. Any ideas?"

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Aside from letting others view their body in the name of art - Gabe was no stranger to others' bodies, despite their previous awkwardness; had pierced pretty much everything on the human body at some point, even some places where others dared not. They crawled over on their knees towards Apple - taking the sharpie from her hand and bending over her with sudden determination, "You can't move! Shit jiggles - I'm going to end up drawing like, accidental balls." Gabe pressed the sharpie against her skin - trying hard to not fuck up the heart shapes, "I wish I could suck my own dick - I'd join the circus, make it a whole fucking act. Gabe the Horny Contortionist, or something - obviously I have to workshop the name. I don't know - I think it has to be a fucking like - secret hidden desire, or something, right?" They moved onto the next heart after becoming satisfied with the first - even if it was just a rough sketch, they wanted them to look right. Even, proportional. "Right? See - I think everyone would want to do it, if given the chance. It's like a hidden achievement in a video game - 69 yourself. Is that just an eight then? Or a zero?" After a few more moments - they sat back on their calves, re-capping the sharpie with a grin. "They are perfect, I think. You should definitely get these - it's fucking sick, in the best way possible." They paused. "Oh - fucking, um - do you know Viktor? When we were fucking - in high school, they somehow found out I was getting my wisdom teeth taken out - and I don't think they knew I was going to keep them, but like - of course I was, y'know? It's like how moms have all their kids' baby teeth in one container, can't even tell whose who's. I wanted to see my teeth. But I forgot that the little baggie was still in my backpack when I went to school and fucking - next thing I knew, Viktor was parading them around like a fucking - trophy. Didn't even see him take them. I'm pretty sure he used them to put a fucking curse on me, or something."

"Alrighty, let me grab the sharpie." Apple got on up and moved towards her kitchen's junk drawer. She found one after about fifteen seconds of moving things out of her way, and trashing the rest of the drawer around. Coming back to the floor, she pulled off her top and unhooked her bralette before laying down and handing Gabe the sharpie. She didn't like the way her breasts looked in regular bras so she settled for the next best -and prettier- thing. "Did you?" she asked turning to glance at them when they paused- ready for the rest of the story to go on. "No way!" she yelled, then laughed while covering her mouth. "That is awful, Gabe! Impressive if it were true, but awful nonetheless. Like is that even a normal thing? Do you penis having individuals try to give yourselves head regularly? It has to be some kind of thing for them to just assume it so." There was no way that the doctors just assume something as crazy as that sounded to her, but then again she's heard crazier things. She paused thinking for a minute before saying, "I think if I could go down on myself, I'd give it a try. Just to say I could." Apple never really got around the idea of masturbation. Not that she hadn't done it once or twice, but she didn't really find it as pleasing as others seemed to. "I swear you're like a living legend, Gabe. Who in their right mind would steal your wisdom teeth?"

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The decision to leave the shop - to ghost it, really - was one that Gabe made, admittedly - a whim. A petty whim, or a hurt whim - self-sabotaging, as they'd been known to do. Even after all these years - Gabe didn't know how to handle himself, or how to handle Jaziel; all they knew was running away. And hiding behind small children, like they started to do now - crouching in front of Sion as they spoke, head tilted up towards Jaziel. "It's um - an IBS flare up. Super deadly in all aspects. Couldn't be helped." Couldn't bother to be honest - not in front of their niece, afraid of blowing up again. "I've been - doing a lot of things. Um - hiking, playing guitar. I had a foster cat for a minute there but - kittens are hard work, so I found them another ... foster family." They looked away then - sheepish as they spoke. Instead turned their attention back towards Sion, grasping her little hands in his. "Do you wanna play Magical Warrior Space Princess again? You can be the warrior, or the princess - or even the evil Dr. Neptune, the exiled court advisor who's scheming to steal all the stars from the sky. Or should daddy be the princess this time?"

Gabriel was lucky. Lucky that Sion was in between them. Lucky that Jaziel wouldn't start a scene with her present. Just overall lucky. "Could be better." he began, turning his gaze away from his sibling. "Had to fill in some time, since you haven't been showing up to work lately. I'm glad to see you're not hurt, or sick, or handicapped in someway. Could have fulled me." Being someone who's enamored with his work meant that he'd do just about anything to master his craft and put in the work. Jaziel didn't really understand Gabriel's decisions to put all of their hobbies above something that they clearly loved. Tattooing was one thing that the siblings had in common, but after their last argument it seemed that Gabriel just wanted to keep putting distance between them in any way that they could. Leaving the parlor being their newest party trick. Jaz didn't get how Gabriel expected him to understand them in any way when all they did was find ways to fuck themselves over? "What have you been up to?"

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Aleyna's faith in Gabe was something they treasured; it felt rare, despite being surrounded by people who loved them, unconditional in their support - it always took them big gestures to really believe it. It was why they fought so strongly against Jaziel - deep down, Gabe knew he cared; but he didn't show it in a way that made sense to them, in a way that they really felt it. Even if Leyna's faith was just in his music, in his creativity - it was enough, her strumming along to the tunes they riffed. "I think I've written a lot while high - a lot in general, really - most of it's from high school, but I have a few things from over the years." Gabe paused for a moment - reaching over to squeeze their hand between their couch cushions before pulling out an old notebook - beat up and weathered. "Before I started um - apprenticing, I was really into the idea of getting - big, someday. This is like - over a decade old. Just fucking - chords and lyrics and shit - a lot of them unfinished. Then I have - demos on my fucking, laptop - but shit's been busted for a couple months now." A long time ago - Gabe dreamed bigger, better; had goals they wanted to accomplish, none of them involving Nightrest. But as all their friends went on to college - they found themself stuck in the same place, doing the same things; stagnant, never-changing. Until they woke up and realized - fuck, I'm 28 - what have I been doing? Still not much - evidently. "Me too! I mean - I had a band, back in high school - we'd just practice in my basement, and I thought we were good, like - really good. But - life, y'know? People change - people move." Gabe laughed - but it was a little sad, mindlessly strumming now, "I just - I think I've always really wanted this, y'know? I don't really even - know why I stopped for so long. Discouraged, I guess. Wow! Sorry!" They shook their head, grinning suddenly, "Not to get all fucking, like, sad and shit. This is sounding really good, Ley - we've got like, really good bones on this thing. Makes me wish we were recording right now."

Aleyna couldn't stop the wide smile from forming on her lips at the compliment, and the fact that it came from someone she considered so incredibly talented just made her feel so warm inside. "And drugs probably," she repeated with a soft laugh, hands putting the bass guitar back before picking up the electric one, wanting to find a way to add on to the already formed rhythm. "Looks like they worked, honestly, but you definitely don't need to give the drugs all that credit. I also thinks it's also because of you and that big, creative, beautiful brain of yours," Aleyna added, showing them a smile while plucking the strings to accompany Gabe's strumming, stopping only to hum a bit over the notes. She just loved moments like this, like they didn't have to think too much or do anything. To just be able to create. It makes her feel so at peace. "Not sure where you want to go with it, but how did that sound? Maybe as an overlay?" She asked before her eyebrows shot up at Gabe's suggestion. "Absolutely! We definitely should. We can try to find more people, actually make this a reality. Maybe find a singer, a drummer-- a pianist? Imagine it, Gabe. Just jamming out in someone's garage, making magic together," Aleyna sighed dreamily. "You know, I used to dream about something like that when I was younger? Be in a band, get recognized, go touring maybe, like Fleetwood Mac did. I also recently finished watching Julie and the Phantoms and Daisy Jones and the Six and the want-- no, need for a band is strong. Did you... did you read my mind?" She asked, narrowing her eyes playfully at them. "Or see my Netflix history?" Aleyna added with a laugh.

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"Will you?" Gabe perked up at that - excitedly, taking a step back to let Talon get up comfortably; they always wound up a bit too close to others, invading personal bubbles - needing to be near someone at all times. "Oh dude, this is fucking so sick. I have this little stash right in the woods - like emergency joints," They started to make their way out of the cafe as they spoke, looking back at Talon to make sure that he was following, "Um - comic books, a flask. I used to keep my walkman there, because there's something fucking - great about listening to cassettes, but then a raccoon almost made off with it, and it was this whole fucking... fight, so now I don't bring it out there - but I have my phone at least!"

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Gabe stayed standing - couldn’t bring themself to sit now, rocking back on their heels with a small hum. “I dunno - maybe I’ll run a marathon. Or like, pretend I’m running a marathon. My knees are all fucked from years of falling on them while skateboarding, so I can’t get really far - but that’s why I should practice, right?” Their tone felt - serious, almost, though the grin on their face betrayed any of that. “I might just go on a walk - I kind of miss smoking by the Salem trail, but it feels weird going alone now - like it feels haunted, y'know?” Every time Gabe had gone by himself - he only felt cold; he hoped it was Toby’s spirit, still there and still cheering him on.

Talon knew exactly what he meant. Typically he prefered to go most places alone but after everyone that got yanked from us this year there were a lot of places that just didn’t feel the same. “Well, if you don’t want to go alone I’ll join you. It’s been a little while since i’ve been out that way,” he offered, before throwing his backpack over his arm and standing up. 

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"my heart feels - erect, at the very mention of thrift," tone only half-joking, gabe loved going through racks and shelves of random, usually invaluable shit left behind by others - their ears perking up only metaphorically at vhs tapes. "y'think we'll find something like fucking - creep? mr. peachfuzz himself? we'll watch someone in a fursuit yielding a chainsaw or staring desolate into the trees. i want their name to be buttercup."

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"so i was thinking. after i lock up here, you. me. thrift store." usually the next thing out of his mouth after i was thinking is less mundane. or at the very least nonsensical. "i was there the other day and someone left like, a shit ton of old vhs tapes. i didn't have time to go through all of them but i wanna see if there's anything weird in there. or someones home videos." and there it is. "like maybe someone accidentally donated their deepest darkest secrets."

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Gabe stayed standing - couldn't bring themself to sit now, rocking back on their heels with a small hum. "I dunno - maybe I'll run a marathon. Or like, pretend I'm running a marathon. My knees are all fucked from years of falling on them while skateboarding, so I can't get really far - but that's why I should practice, right?" Their tone felt - serious, almost, though the grin on their face betrayed any of that. "I might just go on a walk - I kind of miss smoking by the Salem trail, but it feels weird going alone now - like it feels haunted, y'know?" Every time Gabe had gone by himself - he only felt cold; he hoped it was Toby's spirit, still there and still cheering him on.

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“There’s like - cooler stuff to tatt, dude, y'know?” They stood then - stretching out, almost cat-like but mostly Gabe-like - big, exaggerated yawn before picking up Talon’s empty cup and heading towards the counter. “Here y'go - I realized I didn’t ask what you get, so I kinda just got like - what I get. If you don’t like it - I’ll drink double. That’s fine - the caffeine’s good for me. Keeps me oiled like a fucking, um - finely tuned machine.” Gabe held out the coffee after returning to Talon - smile a little sheepish.

Talon continued his sketch, pretty much finished up by the time they returned with the new cup. “I’m not very picky,” he said, before taking a sip from the coffee. “Thank you,” he added, before closing his sketchbook and putting it into his bag. He didn’t really have much else planned for the rest of his day, so he turned back towards Gabe. “Planning on using your caffiene buzz for anything specific?”

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"Here, lemme -" Trying their very best to remain still while still doing it - Gabe dipped their finger into one of the various dye bowls around the sink and drew the flower they wanted onto the mirror, "I guess - the mouth's kinda wide, but we can just do a simple smiley, I don't think it'd be that much different." They'd drawn the iconic Takashi Murakami flower - just in one color, because Gabe wasn't about to waste their hard-earned dye on a mirror-painting. "You're really pretty, Mei - if you were my type I'd probably be down like, super bad - sorry! Sorry." Straightening up again - they tried not to move again - but it was hard, because Gave could never stay in one place for long, always antsy. "I think after this grows out - I want to dye my hair tennis ball green - with like, little slivers of blonde. I want to be a tennis ball, basically."

"Okay, I'll try my best," Mei said, glad that he'd chosen daisies over one of the more difficult flowers. She was artistic in her own way, but her drawing ability usually leaned more toward fashion designs and less toward flowers. "I wish I could be that confident. But I like my hair too much, I'm only now getting used to not having bangs," she added, looking up as if she could see her own forehead. It made her feel a bit exposed, so Mei couldn't imagine how she'd feel with no hair at all. "Hey! No moving, I'm totally in the zone here." There's a grin covering her face, eyes focused on the back of his head which was the only reason she'd caught his slight adjustment in the first place.

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"I can do it!" They offered - enthusiastically this time, after the laughter had died down and their bashfulness subdued; the naked body was a beautiful thing, and Gabe had a deep appreciation for all bodies, even if their attraction only surrounded specific aesthetics. Plus, all tattoos were sick as hell - and Gabe encouraged them whenever possible. Their own body adorned with so many that they'd started to get tattoos over already inked skin, not much left to work with besides parts that'd hurt like hell. Even then - they had a small one, somewhere. "Back in my fucking - young and youthful days - like, when I was still trying to fucking... go to college, before I realized it was a fucking scam, and that I could make more money doing fucking - figure modeling, I had a lot of really... exuberant nights." A pause - maybe for dramatic effect, and maybe because the tale was still a little embarrassing. "I cracked a fucking - rib. I don't know how! It was all a blur - like, a really sweaty blur. Took me out, I couldn't even go moshing - it fucking sucked. All the doctors thought I was trying to suck my own dick - but I wasn't!" Even if it was embarrassing - Gabe grinned now, unable to help himself. It'd been a fun night, despite the injury. "I could do smoothies - I fucking, love smoothies. I'm the smoothie king - but unbranded. Fuck corporations. But it doesn't sound that bad, truthfully - I've had my wisdom teeth taken out - then stolen? - so I think I could handle it."

"Gabe, please!" Apple laughed so hard that she had to crawl into a ball to be able to breath. "I used to get my naked body photographed for work, do you honestly think I'd mind? Besides, knowing me I would have offered you a sharpie and told you to go to town. I don't mind." Apple used to hate her body when she was younger, but after she began tattooing and viewing herself as a work of art she stopped caring about the rest. She also knew that Gabe was anything but a creep. "I don't know actually, but I'll take your word for it," she bit back a grin, "Now that sounds like a good story. Why'd you end up in the ER, Gabe? Did you cum too hard and lost your breathe? I heard that happened to a dude once and he had to go to the ER to relieve the pressure. Gimme the details." She got on up, cross crossing her legs, as she waited to hear more. "A lot of smoothies, and soup." She had spent a good week weeks struggling to eat anything solid. "I'm sure it's the same as getting your wisdom teeth extracted all at once, except most of my pain was at the tip of my mouth so is anything so much as touched my lips I as done for."

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"There's like - cooler stuff to tatt, dude, y'know?" They stood then - stretching out, almost cat-like but mostly Gabe-like - big, exaggerated yawn before picking up Talon's empty cup and heading towards the counter. "Here y'go - I realized I didn't ask what you get, so I kinda just got like - what I get. If you don't like it - I'll drink double. That's fine - the caffeine's good for me. Keeps me oiled like a fucking, um - finely tuned machine." Gabe held out the coffee after returning to Talon - smile a little sheepish.

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“Oh - that’s fucking epic, dude,” They couldn’t help but continue to enthuse; they loved learning about other’s artistic passions - loved being part of them. “That’s great - commissions are fucking, good - but it’s even better when you don’t have all those restrictions, man. Sometimes clients just wanna like - repress our style, you know? It’s important to stay true to us.” Gabe looked up and around, “Do you want a coffee? I’m finally off my drink ban here - they’re not worried about my fucking, heart, or anything anymore - apparently.”

“I completely agree, the amount of time I spend drawng flowers for tattoo designs it pretty brutal,” Talon said, with a small laugh. He loved his job, but he can only draw so many roses and wishing flowers a day. “Actually, a coffee sounds great,” he nodded, realizing his cup was empty. 

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"Sion!" Gabe yelled - but for a much different reason than Jaziel's - a grin spread across their face as they dipped down and picked their niece up, spinning her around. With what had happened just hours prior - Gabe felt especially conscious around Jaziel; the guilt of knowing they're leaving the shop practically eating him up. He didn't want to disappoint Jaz, or trigger another fight between them - especially now. He just wanted to be with his family; grateful that it weren't their names spoken from Catherine Grave's mouth. "Hey - Jaz," It felt awkward leaving their mouth - but they didn't let their smile falter, putting Sion down after they've spun long enough. "How's - how's it hanging? How're you doing?" They'd called out pretty much every day that week, and the week before; a ghost in the shop, their belongings slowly but surely making their way out of the parlor. Maybe Jaz hadn't noticed - for once, Gabe wished that he hadn't.

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It was normal for Jaziel to find himself at four in the afternoon out on the town with his daughter. He made sure to leave work early each day and spend as much time with her as he could, specially while she's so small. Perhaps it was the guilt of being her only living parent, and being scared that one day she'd feel like she was missing something or lacking the attention she so deserved. He never complained, but as she got older things became so much harder for him to handle. Made him miss Anna even more. It took two seconds of him lost in though before he noticed Sion running towards someone, and he sprinted off the bench. "Sion!" he yelled before noticing who she ran towards, "Gabriel." Jaz said after his heart attacked retrieved.

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"it's like supporting local farmers, right? i always thought that was cool - coming together as a community and supporting each other - sticking it to the man. big produce." they stirred around their coffee - gave it a sniff, like trying to produce an aromatic wine experience. "do they have pumpkins right now? wouldn't they rot before halloween?"

"you're welcome." she smiled before taking a sip of her own coffee. "i usually go to them to get some fruits and vegetables for the house." she replied. it was better to go to a farmers market during the summer than getting them at the store. "i usually tend to get some fall stuff there too. like pumpkins."

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"i did! it's just - still um - in the pot. i made it with cashews, and i've never really made vegan tomato soup before - but i tried!" they gestured vaguely to a pot still on the stove - turned off, of course - eyes trained on hana as she tried their grilled cheese. "right? i honestly can't tell the difference anymore - but i haven't had cheese since i was like, a kid, honestly."

"please tell me you made tomato soup to go with it." that would have made it even better. she loved having a grilled cheese with tomato soup. a perfect combination if anything. regardless though, a grilled cheese even alone was just as good. picking it up, she bit into it. chewing on the piece she bit off, she swallowed before speaking. "not bad." she replied, it was different. but a good different.

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"I've got popcorn!" Gabe held out the bowl - delicately, like they were moving precious cargo, or trying to stop a bomb from setting off - as they approached the couch, "Here -" They didn't leave much time for reaction, dropping it off atop Stuart's lap before tumbling himself over the back of the couch, flopping unceremoniously besides the other - limbs dangling over the sides. It was a habit, just tossing himself around like a ragdoll. "Thank you!" Almost singsong, Gabe squirmed around until they'd been lying on their back, knees drawn up - socked feet nudging themselves beneath Stuart's legs, "We're watching House of 1000 Corpses - by the way. I already put the fucking, um - DVD in - can you grab the remote? I'm all comfortable and shit now - you're the best footwarmer."

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It was late enough into the night that there'd only been a few left dawdling on the dancefloor of medusa's - Gabe's eyes flickering person to person from their stoop; cheek pressed into the sticky bar-top. Why were bars always so fucking sticky? Their nose scrunched at the sensation - but they made no effort to move besides the tapping of their fingers against the surface. "When can we leave?" Gabe asked - eyes attempting to find Forrest from across the bar - it only gave him a headache instead; eyes weren't meant to go that far back. They would've left hours ago, but after the recent news - the newest murder when everything's supposed to be okay again - they couldn't imagine Forrest leaving work alone. It felt - wrong. It felt scary. Gabe huffed out another sigh, just a little dramatic - finally tilting their head so they weren't hearing the ocean against the counter anymore, gaze comfortably finding the other again. "You should say you're having gas cramps and that you're going to fucking, like, burst - like a pipe. Then - maybe they'll let you leave early."

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"Oh - that's fucking epic, dude," They couldn't help but continue to enthuse; they loved learning about other's artistic passions - loved being part of them. "That's great - commissions are fucking, good - but it's even better when you don't have all those restrictions, man. Sometimes clients just wanna like - repress our style, you know? It's important to stay true to us." Gabe looked up and around, "Do you want a coffee? I'm finally off my drink ban here - they're not worried about my fucking, heart, or anything anymore - apparently."

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Gabe bumped his shoulder against Talon’s - gently, so that they wouldn’t mess up anything that the other was doing - but still enthused, “I can be them! I can be the single person! Like - a Halloweentown, Halloween town? I fucking - loved those movies, when I was a kid. I love anything spooky, man.” They nodded along with Talon’s explanation - grinning as he spoke. “That’s so fucking - sick dude. That’s really cool. It’s coming along really great - too, I think.”

Talon couldn’t help but smile when Gabe talked. There was just someone infectious about them. “I also loved those movies growing up, I was planning on incorporating it through out the park and some of the costumes that background kids would be walking around in,” he added, before adding a few more details. “Thanks, projects like this are my favorite to work on. I have a lot of wiggle room.” 

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They swipe at their forehead - leaving a trail of pink from the dye left on their gloves, "Like - um - daisies! But like, a lot less petals - and rainbow." Even if it turned out terrible - they could always bleach their hair and try again; or maybe just shave it down to nothingness and grow their hair freshly natural. "I think you could do it," Gabe offers - looking at her from the mirror, "Your head's very normal shaped - it's not like you're cone-headed. I think you'd look really sick with like, a pink fuzz, actually." They try not to move their head too much - though instinctively flex at the feel of someone else brushing dye into their hair.

Mei tilts her head, watching as Gabriel tries to work the brush onto his hair. "What kind of flowers should I do? Tulips? Roses? Sunflowers? Poppies?" she asks, taking the brush into her hand. She didn't feel that confident, because although she was artistic in her own way, handmade clothing enough proof of that, she didn't have any experience in dying or painting hair. "You're so cool, Gabe, I totally wish I could shave all my hair and still look awesome," she lets out with a grin, bringing the brush to the back of their head and beginning with a small stroke.

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