Gasp! They all already KNOW each other!
I'm obviously this close to having Ben tear out of his apartment one morning, clenching a piece of toast between his teeth and screaming about being late for school.
Shriek.
Anyway, excuse any hiccups in the blog and on the ironcircus.com domain and general, for the next few days. Some code-related nonsense is transpiring behind-the-scenes, along with a little surface work. Be patient with me.
My goal this weekend is to answer my email, mail out all my remaining non-commission Templar orders, plug a few dudes that need plugging, and babble aimlessly about Wizard World Chicago. Remind me if I forget!
I'm writing something for a friend that is sugar-overdosingly animetastic. I feel your pain.
And I love Scip's face in the last panel. It's so inappropriate.
I don't know who the new guy is, but I already love him. You have a way of drawing haggard-looking dudes that I always like.
"Drunk is good. Drunk is easy. Drunk I can handle" Ha ha ha. Glad Scipio is back in control. :)
I have an urge now to get drunk, sit in the middle of the street, and wait for Templar to enter my life.
"Hey Gene! Screaming guy!"
I cracked up at that harder than I should have, probably.
Screaming Guy looks exactly like a CG instructor of mine. ExACTly. Right down to the glasses and Adam's apple and everything. It's like you used him as a reference photo. Only thing missing is the ponytail. If Screaming Guy turns out to be 6'5" and rail-thin too I'm going to laugh and laugh.
Scip does seem inordinately pleased that the guy is piss-drunk. I spose there were a lot of worse possibilities to have to deal with.
Well that clears /everything/ up.
He can't be drunk, can he? That's too easy. It's gotta be, like, diabetic ketoacidosis or something.
Eh. Drunk has an odor. Ketoacidosis has a different odor. I figure Scip would probably know drunk when he smells it.