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I mean... she DOES have the right to remain silent.
I don't get to choose whether she does or not.
She's gonna want to remain silent 🙂
WIP on the motorcycle moth finale!
The finished piece from the Mothtober vote!
See the whole comic post over on patreon (link below)
Chapter 8 of Chrysalis🦋 is now available to all patrons! Ian gets grabby. Lloyd makes a daring escape. A púca offers them both a ride 😈
all I'm sayin is Flora would make a super cute Daisy if she were in the #SuperMarioMovie
“Ian, wha-”
"We're going to figure this thing out together, yeah? I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. I'm with you. So you don’t have to hide. You don't have to do that ‘safety first’ thing."
"We do need to get you safe, but... you don't have to do that with me.”
"... nnn-o way that's natural. Lemmeee see your roots." She slurs, grabbing at Lloyd's hood. He panics as her hand brushes near his concealed antennae.
Ian surges forward, interposing himself.
"Hey, he's not feeling great right now. Why don't you give him some space, yeah?"
Lloyd stares out the bus window, trying to ignore the dim outline of his reflection. Silvery hair peeks out to frame his rounder, softer face. Reddish-purple streaks swirl through his eyes.
He pulls away and looks down at his feet. Bruises from the manacles circle his ankles.