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Just for today we’re free | Barbur

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Wilbur had woken from his dreams in horror. He’d had to check himself, feel over his leg and over the wound that didn’t exist. It was...well it made him feel...it was a horribly real dream. It felt too real. Wilbur felt like...there were a lot of things he liked about his dream self, even things had gone so horribly.

It was strange, feeling as if he had not only lost a friend in a dream, but lost two people that understood him in that dream more than it felt like anyone did in reality. Maybe it was stupid, but Wilbur wanted to go out and see if it could translate.

It probably wouldn’t. Dreams weren’t reality, but Wilbur could at least...well. See if they were okay. He’d start with Barrel, if only because the memory of the guy shooting himself was...horrific. He had no idea where he could find him. He started with the comic book place, then a few other shops in town, and then finally as he was rushing through the park..there he was.

“Hey! Barrel!” He called out, and then had to pause because...well they weren’t actually friends. “Uhh....good to see that you’re uh...good.”

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Natural conversation...say something | Binn

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Finn was going through some of his sketchbooks for a portfolio of sorts. He was trying to pick out the best ones that he could maybe submit someday for art school. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure that was what he wanted to do, but he loved art and photography. He couldn’t imagine him focusing on any other discipline if he did decide to go to college.

As he went through it, he saw one he’d worked on of Barrel, one of the boys he’d shared a room with in Rome. He thought it was okay, though he didn’t draw Barrel enough that he felt completely confident in submitting it in his portfolio. Not to mention he hadn’t told Barrel he’d done this and it made him feel a little weird. He should at least show it to the boy. Maybe just give it to him.

So Finn geared himself for an awkward encounter, worrying at his lip as he went to school, as he went through each class, until lunch finally came up and he thought he saw his opportunity. He told Nemo he’d meet him and their friends at their lunch table and quickly made his way over to Barrel, art already in hand. “H-Hi B-B-Barrel? I um...I ma-ma-ma-made some art of y-you in Ro-Rome and I w-w-w-wanted to give it to you. Um...if you w-w-wanna throw it a-a-away that’s o-okay too. I just...it felt w-w-weird not telling you I did it. B-B-But i d-did. So-Sorry if that’s w-weird.”

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Stop waiting, get ready | Barbur

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So the thing was...

Wilbur had made friends with Barrel. Which was fine. It was good, the guy was clueless in a kind of endearing way. It felt almost like adopting a puppy. Which he’d gotten to do a little while back, so he would know.

And Barrel was great but he dressed...well kind of depressingly. And Wilbur, much as he liked Barrel, couldn’t hang out with him openly if he kept looking...a little too sad. But it was fine! Wilbur had a credit card and the will to make Barrel really stand out.

So Wilbur had brought a designer into the mansion. He hadn’t really bothered asking his parents about it because...well...he was still pissed and until they took his funds away he would do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to properly style Barrel Adamson.

He set up the ballroom with the clothing racks and all that the designer he liked had brought in and then made his way toward the front door. “Familyyyy I’ve got a friend coming over. Don’t bother us!” He shouted loud for anyone in earshot to be able to get his message. He swung the front door wide open, tapping his foot impatiently.