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August 12th 2016
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One drawing in the streak Daddy Issues
Listening to Daddy Issues - The Neighbourbood

This time, a story about a pair of love birds who run away from reality.

The characters don't have names nor background. They are just here.

"
'There is no need for me to have any pants on, I won't leave the house anyway'
I say as continuing with sketches of him putting on a suit.

'Then why you still have your shirt on?'
'Cuz my boobs get in the way'
'....I doubt that. You don't have much of them anyway'
'But the tips is distracting. You boys won't understand. And, I DO have boobs, more than you at least. '
'Boys? I'm not that young'
'Whatever. Buy me something grilled when you get back.'
'I'm a lot older than you, you know'
Grrr.
'Sir, can you have me a grilled meal when you get back, please? Thank you'
'No, we eat grilled meals for a week already.'
He says as giving me a blank look, picking up his case, and closing the door behind him.

My sketch is not finished yet.

I leave my sketchbook and pencil to the side, then curl myself up to the computer screen.
Someone asks me for a commission again. Great! I'll have money to order some more black pens, they are all running outa ink at the same time.

I roll around on the bed for about 5 times and spring up to start putting down some black lines on dull white papers.
.
.
.
It's 6:58pm.
Click clack, the door opens and grilled pork's smell makes it way to the corner where I'm hiding myself from the rest of the world.
"

Another painting of their lives here: Spoon Feeding

Description
August 12th 2016
=====
One drawing in the streak Daddy Issues
Listening to Daddy Issues - The Neighbourbood

This time, a story about a pair of love birds who run away from reality.

The characters don't have names nor background. They are just here.

"
'There is no need for me to have any pants on, I won't leave the house anyway'
I say as continuing with sketches of him putting on a suit.

'Then why you still have your shirt on?'
'Cuz my boobs get in the way'
'....I doubt that. You don't have much of them anyway'
'But the tips is distracting. You boys won't understand. And, I DO have boobs, more than you at least. '
'Boys? I'm not that young'
'Whatever. Buy me something grilled when you get back.'
'I'm a lot older than you, you know'
Grrr.
'Sir, can you have me a grilled meal when you get back, please? Thank you'
'No, we eat grilled meals for a week already.'
He says as giving me a blank look, picking up his case, and closing the door behind him.

My sketch is not finished yet.

I leave my sketchbook and pencil to the side, then curl myself up to the computer screen.
Someone asks me for a commission again. Great! I'll have money to order some more black pens, they are all running outa ink at the same time.

I roll around on the bed for about 5 times and spring up to start putting down some black lines on dull white papers.
.
.
.
It's 6:58pm.
Click clack, the door opens and grilled pork's smell makes it way to the corner where I'm hiding myself from the rest of the world.
"

Another painting of their lives here: Spoon Feeding