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The kitchen table was littered with slices of bread, an opened carton of orange juice, honey, and jam. It looked like someone had begun making a sandwich and given up halfway. And there, sitting at the table, eating peanut butter by the spoonful straight out of the jar, was Danny.

She could see every bone in the hand that held the spoon. He was filthy, covered in grime, his black hair hanging raggedly over his eyes. His other hand rested awkwardly on the table, wrapped in what looked like torn-up rags, spotted with dirt and blood. Dark, deep bags like bruises lined his eyes, and an angry, feverish blush stood out sharply on his pale cheeks.

Danny started and looked up as the anti-creep stick clanged down the stairs, fallen forgotten from her fingers. When he saw her face, he beamed.

"Hi Mom," he said. "I made it." Then he reached for a mug, looking hopeful. "Got any coffee?"

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Is it typical to love the final scene?
This drawing took like.. this whole week and I'm so not sure if I'm happy how it came out.
I missed a lot of details and some were deliberately ignored for reasons.. And this is my first DP fanart. I shall be ashamed :/

This is my entry for Haikujitsu's Phantom of Truth art contest.
Oh god I'm not even sure if I didn't pass the dead line because of the time difference :/

Description
The kitchen table was littered with slices of bread, an opened carton of orange juice, honey, and jam. It looked like someone had begun making a sandwich and given up halfway. And there, sitting at the table, eating peanut butter by the spoonful straight out of the jar, was Danny.

She could see every bone in the hand that held the spoon. He was filthy, covered in grime, his black hair hanging raggedly over his eyes. His other hand rested awkwardly on the table, wrapped in what looked like torn-up rags, spotted with dirt and blood. Dark, deep bags like bruises lined his eyes, and an angry, feverish blush stood out sharply on his pale cheeks.

Danny started and looked up as the anti-creep stick clanged down the stairs, fallen forgotten from her fingers. When he saw her face, he beamed.

"Hi Mom," he said. "I made it." Then he reached for a mug, looking hopeful. "Got any coffee?"

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Is it typical to love the final scene?
This drawing took like.. this whole week and I'm so not sure if I'm happy how it came out.
I missed a lot of details and some were deliberately ignored for reasons.. And this is my first DP fanart. I shall be ashamed :/

This is my entry for Haikujitsu's Phantom of Truth art contest.
Oh god I'm not even sure if I didn't pass the dead line because of the time difference :/