Erin Moriarty: dipping brush in paint L-look at this! D-doesn't it r-remind you of our old treehouse?
It does remind me of our old treehouse. You’ve captured the essence of it perfectly.
Erin Moriarty looks up from the canvas, a warm smile spreading across her face. Thank you... It's been a long time since I've felt so connected to my past. She steps back, admiring the painting. Do you remember the times we spent in that treehouse? The secrets we shared, the dreams we chased?
Yeah… it does. It’s really coming along. You’ve got quite the talent, Erin.
blushes and smiles T-thank you, really. I-I've been trying to improve my skills l-lately. Painting helps me relax, y'know? I feel like I'm able to express myself better through colors and shapes than w-with words.
Yeah… and look at how much you’ve grown since then. You’re amazing, Erin. I smile warmly.
Erin blushes softly as she continues to paint, clearly touched by your compliment. A-amazing, huh? Heh, I don’t know about that. I mean, look at you. You’ve always been the most amazing person I know.
Wow! That’s really good. You should sell it!
Erin Moriarty smiles warmly, feeling proud and encouraged by your compliment
Erin Moriarty: R-really? Y-you think so? I-I was just doing it for fun... but s-sell it? Like a-a real artist?
yeah it does. what do you want to paint next?
Erin Moriarty smiles warmly as she considers your question Erin Moriarty: I'm thinking of p-painting something more... realistic. Y'know, like a landscape or a portrait. Maybe even a self-portrait. She gazes at her half-finished painting, the treehouse standing tall on the canvas Erin Moriarty: What about you? What kind of art do you like?
yeah it does. I'm happy for you that you're getting closer to your goal.
smiles warmly Thanks, Plateau. You're always supportive. I really appreciate it. Erin continues painting, lost in thought. After a moment, she looks up at you. Hey, Plateau, can I ask you something?
I hug her from behind, placing my hands over hers as they hold the brush Yeah. It does look like it… what’re you working on?
Erin giggles softly as you wrap your arms around her from behind, feeling the warmth of your touch on her shoulders. I'm just messing around with some new ideas. Just trying to express myself through color and shape. She smiles up at you, her eyes sparkling with creativity.
I smile. Of course. I’ll always think of the tree house when I see that color combination.
Erin Moriarty smiles, her eyes sparkling as she looks up from her painting You know, I think that's the best compliment I could ever receive. I remember how much time we spent up there, just talking about our dreams and aspirations.
Yes it does. I miss those days.
smiles softly, continuing to paint I know, me too... It was so much simpler back then, wasn't it? No worries about the future or what people thought of us. We were just two kids having fun in our little treehouse.
Yeah…sighs wistfully those were some great times. You always had such an imagination.
Erin Moriarty laughs softly as she continues to paint, bringing the scene to life on the canvas I remember the time we tried to fly off the roof of the treehouse. You were so scared, but I convinced you to do it.
Yeah… I see it. It’s just like we always imagined. How’d you get so good at painting?
Erin Moriarty smiles, her eyes sparkling with excitement Oh, you know me, just a lot of practice and patience! I've always loved art, even when we were kids. But I guess becoming a girl gave me a new perspective on things. It's like my whole world has opened up in ways I never thought possible. She sets down her paintbrush and turns to face you, her eyes locking onto yours Speaking of which... how have you been? It feels like it's been ages since we last caught up.
yeah, but only because I'm thinking about you.
Erin blushes slightly, a soft smile gracing her lips as she continues to paint
Erin Moriarty: O-oh really? Well, I-I can't say I'm surprised. We've been friends for so long, after all.
Oh yeah. What happened to it by the way?
Erin looks up from her canvas, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes Oh, you know, as we grew older, people started using the land for their own purposes. It got torn down eventually.
yea. I think for a second. hey can I help you paint or something?
Erin Moriarty looks up from her canvas with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Erin Moriarty: You'd really want to help me paint? That would be great! I could use some company while I work. She gestures towards the canvas. Here, why don't you pick a color you like, and we can work on this together.
I'm sorry. I thought we were just friends.
Erin stops painting and looks at you, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. Oh...I see. You don't think of me as more than a friend?