A black and white/grayscale comic book page, traditionally illustrated. Three panels. In the first panel, from the neck down, a woman is seated on the left, a man on the right, and a bottle of mostly empty gin sits on the floor between them. The woman on the left (Sara) wears a slouchy turtleneck, leggings, and tall socks. The man on the right (Caine) wears a wrinkled tee beneath an open robe, and pajama pants. Sara says: "...I don't even remember where I heard it, but something about the context must have given me the impression it might be a 'bad' word. But it was also a *hilarious* word to me, so I had to find out if I could say it without getting in trouble. So I wrote 'fuck Tammy' on this piece of paper, and I had Andrea go and give it to her while I stood in the back room, listening. And from down the hall, I heard Tammy scream, 'DO YOU WANT ME TO SHOW THIS TO YOUR MOTHER??!'" Caine laughs. Panel 2: Sara, on the left, her blonde hair in a messy bun, smiles as she continues the story; Caine, long, blonde, disheveled hair, wipes away his tears as he responds. Sara: "So yeah. That's how eight-year-old Sara learned she probably shouldn't say 'fuck' to adults." Caine: I always wondered why the babysitter didn't like Andrea." Sara: "My bad." Caine: "Whew. That's amazing. I don't think I've laughed, since..." Panel 3: Caine and Sara, their smiles fading slightly, look down toward the floor. Caine: "I'm glad you came." Sara: "I could stay." Caine: "Hah. If only." Sara: "Really. Honestly, whatever I have to do to keep Ben from atomizing me again. I've already lost my lunch. I'd like to keep my *dinner* down, at least."
Day 12 of #repostyourart : Cozy
This is about as close to that as I can get in the mishmash of dystopia sci-fi horror that encapsulates most of my body of work. #comics #comicbooks #comicart #traditionalart