Ib furrowed her eyebrows as she scanned the page in irritation. Beside her, Garry looked down and smiled at her cute, frustrated face.
It's incredible, really...she's only nine and none of this seems to faze her...perhaps it's because children can accept abnormal things more easily? Ib seems so practical though...Ah, she's reading. I wonder if she makes that face while doing her homework. I bet she pushes herself to meet her own expectations-
"He ran his...f-finger...over her..nnh...can't read that, as she mo-moah and..what?"
"Then she...she, um...a-allowed him to touch-"
"This book..it's frustrating..." Ib flipped the page and continued searching for an easier passage. "Slowly, she...in...in-insert..."
OH MY GOD-
"Um, Garry? I can't understand this book..." Ib turned the page again and held it up to Garry's frozen, crimson face.
Twisted on the page, two fleshy lovers entwined their legs in a passionate...embrace. Ib frowned and looked back at it. "What's this-" Ib felt the air swoosh past her as Garry swiped the book out of her hands and shoved it roughly back into the bookcase. "...Garry?" He was breathing heavily, his face hot enough to fry an egg on.
"..Just...just don't read things like this until you're older, Ib, ok?" She tilted her head to the side, confused.
"But why?" Her innocence merely enhanced the awkwardness of the situation as Garry fumbled for an explanation.
Crap. CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP HOW THE HELL CAN I EXPLAIN SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO A NINE YEAR OLD? WHAT IS THAT EVEN DOING IN AN ART GALLERY? WHAT, IS GUERTENA A PERVERT OR SOMETHING? ADULT NOVELS? IN AN ART GALLERY? WHAT, DID WE STUMBLE ON THE JANITOR'S SECRET STASH OR SOMETHING? IS THERE EVEN A JANITOR HERE? DON'T TELL ME THE MANNEQUINS READ THIS STUFF- oh wait, they don't have heads, so how is that- WHAT I AM DOING OH MY GOD I'M TAKING TOO LONG-
"Garry?" Flustered, Garry looked down at Ib and patted her head in an embarrassed manner.
"Um, Ib, it's kind of a grown-up thing...but I promise I'll tell you when you're older! Or your parents will tell you. For now, don't worry about it. How about we, uh, move on now? I think the mannequins and ladies are gone."
Ib scrunched her face together in confusion.
Garry's acting weird...but...I want to get out of here. I can ask him later.
Nodding, Ib stretched her hand out to Garry, who smiled and took it.
"Let's go, Ib."
And thus, Guertena's extensive "collection" was left alone in the dark to collect dust.