The gunslinger locked eyes with the outlaw. How long had it been? How many years? It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was this moment, this decision. The spectators held their breath, careful not to make a sound. It was as if time had stopped, only to start again when the gunslinger twitched his trigger paw. 🔫😼🎼 (Sound up.)
You just want to be noticed, you want to be the centre of attention, to have special treatment, to make your mark. But it’s all just a performance. All of it. You perform for me, for your solicitor, your doctors, your nurse, your psychiatrist, even your family. It’s all just one big performance as protection against the dreaded black hole of your heart. Well, guess what, Paul, it’s time to grow up. It’s time to take responsibility for what you’ve done. Let’s stop this pathetic charade.
I originally started this when I was talking late online with some peeps, but I looked back at the lineart next morning and it looked TERRIBLE (never draw sleepy..)so I started again, but I just couldn’t fix Hux up properly, so now its just a Kylo-Millicent staredown XD