-2 months after the gallery-
Garry sat at a computer at the local library looking up literature for his English project in college. He'd brought Ib along, since her parents needed someone to watch her while they attended a meeting for her PTA.
"Hmm... Okay, I need 5 subjects for this project... I've researched poetry, fiction, non-fiction, and realistic fiction... Hey Ib, could you help me think-"
"Fan-fiction." The brunette child sat next to him, not looking up from her iPhone. She'd gotten it as a gift and was lately glued to it.
"Thanks. Okay... FanFiction sites..." The keys "clacked" as he typed. He clicked the first one.
.
"Hmm... Let me look at games that start with I... Hey Ib, look, there's a game that's named after you!" He chuckled, joking with his surrogate sister.
"I know." Her face was blank, as she was focusing intently on her phone.
"Lemme check it out." He clicked the first one. It was a crack-fic. It was about... A man named Garry making out with the painting that ate the bouquet. As he told Ib to close her eyes.
After getting past the shock that it really WAS about the gallery, he spoke.
"What." Ib looked up and smiled, snickering as she did so.
"Take a look at the next one." She went back to typing on her touchscreen.
"Okay... This is about me in a romance situation with..." Ib?!
"And that's terrible." Ib smirked as she spoke.
"It's also pedophilia! Well, at least they've aged you." He tapped the next one.
Ib:Garry (Lemon!)
(Right after Promise of Reunion)
What's a lemon? He read, his face contorting into a more horrified look with each paragraph.
"People write this stuff?!" Garry looked at the author's name. "RedRose." That was a coincidence, right?
Ib pressed a button on her phone.
Boing. A new chapter appeared.
"Oh, oniichan, by the way, I understood all those words in that book I read in the gallery."