“Did I Just Say That?!” Jorge-052 and Alyss-B312 - A Gift for AskNobleSix
This one posed a few challenges for me honestly… Jorge is older than the characters I’m used to drawing, and there may or may not continue to be a few more changes made to him over the next few weeks… I’ve never done facial hair before until now either… And… And I almost never, EVER draw females. SO…. That said, I’m pleased with how it turned out and I hope you are too, Six!Mun.
Alyss was quietly sitting in a corner of the one of the secondary ship lounges. There were three total, seeing the sheer size of the ship, and she figured that seeing she’d never been to this particular one, she’d be able to have some peace and quiet away from everyone else. Curled up in her seat, she was attempting to keep herself occupied with a fiction novel uploaded onto her tacpad, one that Roland highly recommended for her.
So far it was rather boring, but a part of her was curious enough about it to continue reading.
The III had almost reverted back to her past disheveled look, seeing as she hadn’t slept at all since her fight with Jorge. Dark circles lay under her eyes and her hair was a frantic mess. But stim-packs were a godsend.
The ships medics were worried that she was addicted to them. Which she clearly was, but none of them were willing enough to try and fix that problem.
“Tch, c'mon… ”
Six had left her quarters early enough that she had assumed the main gym area would have been fairly empty. But of course, she’d been wrong. She had wanted to snag a treadmill, to put on the lowest possible setting to use it to get walking again.
The little ‘chat’ with Comet was still in her thoughts, and the fact that he had no right or reason to have talked down on her like that was her reasoning to not want any help. Jorge had said he would assist her, but she was determined to do it without him.