SCREAMING HOMESTUCK POWER HOUR #1: I’M TRYIN TO GET HYPE AND THANKFULLY THE COMIC’S MAKING IT EASY FOR ME
She can’t be serious. What could POSSIBLY lead to your demise in a matter of minutes?
WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY BE???
A HILARIOUS SLAPSTICK SEQUENCE THAT BEGINS WITH YOU SLIPPING ON ONE OF YOUR MANY STREWN ABOUT DICE AND ENDS WITH SOME UNLIKELY CHAIN REACTION SET OFF BY FLINGING YOUR CUEBALL INTO THE AIR AS YOU’RE FALLING, CAUSING YOU TO GET CRUSHED BY SOMETHING LARGE AND HEAVY
“Hey! I’m super-late on my schedule, in lack of sleep, I haven’t painted since months, the weather is so hot that my pencil slips into my hands, and I’m so stressed that I want to cry, LETS THROW TONES OF TEA on the cover I have to paint to see if it can do nice textures, even if I have NEVER tried this before. Good time is any time!” )D
Sometimes, I’m really stupid… orz
A chance the tea effects turned out AWESOME! I wish I could say the same this for the painting but I hate watercolor and basically everything I paint lately, sooo… lets say I’m happy it didn’t turn out too bad. Too bad for me that I don’t know how to paint with anything else than watercolor… 8D; *hits her head tirelessly against the wall*
So! As you can see, I’m not dead! Not yet… But it’ll probably happens soon… *bubbles bubbles*
Avery was not a fan of Canada. Despite the fact that he’d been in Montreal for a few months now, the eldest of the Lawton brothers was still having a hard time adjusting to the ~Canadian ways of life. For starters, it was cold as shit - way colder than what he was used too, more so than that one year he spent in Boston. He didn’t speak a lick of French and Sera had decided to join them to continue making his life a living hell.
But it sure as hell beat the alternatives which was prison or being dead.
Given those two important facts, Avery decided he would enjoy his new found freedom regardless of this bullshit weather or language barrier. He was alive and well, not to mention was living comfortably given how much he’d “made” on that last job. So once the Maple Leafs game was over (he honestly didn’t give a shit about hockey but when in Canada…), Avery made his way to the nearest bar, which was thankfully just a block away from his loft apartment.
As usual, the place was pretty packed. Honestly, Canadian bar and grills were a hell of a lot nicer than most places back in the US. Avery made his way over towards the end of the bar and was about to take a seat when a certain brunette caught his eyes. And it wasn’t just any brunette, it was Arielle. Avery wasn’t exactly sure when he started referring to her by her name and not his “dealer”. Things got a little too casual off the bat and honestly she was the one to blame. Thirty seconds into their first meeting she sucker punched him in the gut.
It was the start of an unusual friendship…but friendship nonetheless.
“Well if it isn’t my favorite delivery girl,” he spoke, a smirk on his face as he approached the brunette. She had been mid conversation with some guy, talking closely among themselves. It didn’t take long for Avery to put the pieces together - she was on a date. And that was exactly the reason he decided to make his presence known. “Avery,” he introduced himself to the other man, ignoring the look of annoyance on Arielle’s face, “I’m a close business acquaintance of your date, here.”