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Knox has a point.
Apologies. For the next two weeks (through the 20th) I’ll be posting the comics like this: the finished final b&w sketch before inking. I did manage to finish the inks for Willowweep II on schedule for March 1st, but then didn’t quite manage to get enough done between then and driving east to visit family for spring break (since I didn’t get to visit during the holidays). But will try to ink them before April! I hope! Honest I hope!
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The waitress approached Picknar, Thoos, Knox and Rodrigo, and she said, “okay. whadya want? Oh, hey Valerie.” Picknar, who of course was in Valerie’s body, said, “hi. Um. Good to see you.” “You too,” the waitress said and gestured at Knox with her thumb and said, “didn’t know you knew these two regulars. Careful that short one, he’s a weirdo.” Knox hrumphed in reply. Picknar said, “yes. They’re friends actually.” Thoos looked up at the waitress and said, “I’ll have some dry toast salad soda please.” The waitress replied, “um. Sure. Some kind of new diet?” Picknar said, “yeah. I’ll have the same.” The waitress replied, “okay. Whatever you want.” Smiling, Rodrigo said, “same for me.” Knox glared at him and then said, “Rigo, we’re not going to make any alien friends if we just feed them this tasteless grub.” The waitress leaned towards Picknar and Thoos and whispered, “see what I mean? ‘weirdo.'”
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But Rigo is going for diplomacy, not gastronomy. Might be more productive in the long run. So to speak.
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“I’m the most normal one here!”
“Yeah, right. I just heard you mansplaining female biology to a middle-aged woman.”
He’s weird enough that the waitress is warning people out loud in front of him.
Weird enough to refer to food as “grub.” Honestly, who does that?
Birds who eat grubs?