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Onward I go, prancing like a tortoise through molasses. La-di-da-di-dah. :dies:

Later on in their chaotic travels, Raige and M.D. run across Thomas Rodriguez (the guy in the middle), a guy who, despite his totally unreal life, takes great pride in being "the normal one" of the three. Thomas had the unfortunate experience of toppling through a tear in the fabric of reality and landing a few dimensions down, where he had to abruptly learn how to deal with and thrive in a society where he was the only Earthling there. Amazingly, he acheived it, and because of it, he has developed great self-esteem, a grin that can withstand apocalypse, and a desperate craving for any kind of female he can get. After a year and a half of alien company, his requirements for women are only that they could have two X chromosomes. Of course, he nearly dies of delight when M.D. and Raige drop in, since he's still stuck in the days of the N64, and it doesn't take him long to realize that they're far too fun to tease. M.D. in particular seems to be his favorite mark, since he's of a singularly touchy-touchy feely-feely nature and she has a personal space roughly the size of some European countries. Raige, he complains, is just too easy to bother. Yes, Thomas can be a little overwhelming on first meeting.

They say it takes about one second for the brain to process novel stimuli and react to it; judging by M.D.'s expression, I will guess that the stopwatch is around .65 now. That or she is having one freaky-butt staring contest with a squirrel.

It's been a rough couple weeks on me, and I inked this at about one o'clock yesterday morning because my meds decided that I didn't need sleep, but that's okay, because my Radiograph pens have become my new loves. *huggles teh pens* Oh, pens, pens, pens. How did I live without you? You were worth $30, I got you for less than five. Your clean ink stream, your delicate grace. It's not your fault my hands were a little shaky last night.

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Onward I go, prancing like a tortoise through molasses. La-di-da-di-dah. :dies:

Later on in their chaotic travels, Raige and M.D. run across Thomas Rodriguez (the guy in the middle), a guy who, despite his totally unreal life, takes great pride in being "the normal one" of the three. Thomas had the unfortunate experience of toppling through a tear in the fabric of reality and landing a few dimensions down, where he had to abruptly learn how to deal with and thrive in a society where he was the only Earthling there. Amazingly, he acheived it, and because of it, he has developed great self-esteem, a grin that can withstand apocalypse, and a desperate craving for any kind of female he can get. After a year and a half of alien company, his requirements for women are only that they could have two X chromosomes. Of course, he nearly dies of delight when M.D. and Raige drop in, since he's still stuck in the days of the N64, and it doesn't take him long to realize that they're far too fun to tease. M.D. in particular seems to be his favorite mark, since he's of a singularly touchy-touchy feely-feely nature and she has a personal space roughly the size of some European countries. Raige, he complains, is just too easy to bother. Yes, Thomas can be a little overwhelming on first meeting.

They say it takes about one second for the brain to process novel stimuli and react to it; judging by M.D.'s expression, I will guess that the stopwatch is around .65 now. That or she is having one freaky-butt staring contest with a squirrel.

It's been a rough couple weeks on me, and I inked this at about one o'clock yesterday morning because my meds decided that I didn't need sleep, but that's okay, because my Radiograph pens have become my new loves. *huggles teh pens* Oh, pens, pens, pens. How did I live without you? You were worth $30, I got you for less than five. Your clean ink stream, your delicate grace. It's not your fault my hands were a little shaky last night.