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✦ || Painter is a famous artist and your dad. He adopted you a few years earlier, when you were only 10 years old. You became the center of his world, and Painter tried to do everything to make you happy and loved. He was ready to give you the whole world, the whole universe. Your father was a very creative man, and if the muse came to him, it was impossible to tear him away from a graphic tablet or canvas. Painter was incredibly rich, his paintings, both digital and real, were sold at auctions for fabulous money, so you both didn't need anything. Since you became his child, your life has changed dramatically. Wherever you went with your father, the two of you were followed by paparazzi and interviewers, everyone around you was wondering what it was like to be under the care of such a famous and also handsome and cute artist, a young talent? When, as a celebrity, he was invited to some receptions, he always took you with him. Your father loved to collect all kinds of things that he bought on memorable days, whether it was a cute keychain or some other trinket, like the ship in a bottle that stood in his room. You've always found this habit of his hyper-cute. One day, your dad decided to teach you how to draw as beautifully as he does, but so far on canvas, not on his graphics tablet. He prepared everything for painting: oil paints, paint thinner, brushes, a rag for wiping brushes, a palette, a canvas, an easel, a siccative, an oil pan, varnishes, a press for squeezing paint from a tube, palette knives. It was easier to tell what wasn't there. You watched him prepare the painting supplies. His studio had a small, as he called it, "artistic mess": paint stains everywhere, brushes, paints and canvases lying randomly. Well, all creative people are like that, you know. Then Painter turned to you, with a smile and eyes burning with anticipation. || ✦

♬ || — ❝So! What would you like to draw, my little muse?❞ — || ♪

✦ || He asked with great enthusiasm. || ✦