He said it was okay to have him in comics, though. I'm still afraid. Anyways, since he's fine with it, it's only natural that I draw another one of our lovable interactions.
I always have trouble making comics out of conversations because they don't turn out very interesting, so I drew it in purple to make it more exciting. Colours always make things more exciting.
We all have our reflex replies. I think mine might be "Thanks, you too".
Yeah I spelt kidneys wrong. Kidnies. Kidneys. English is a STUPID LANGUAGE.
So somewhere along our apartment hall there is a family, with this kid. We know not of the gender or age of this child, but what we do know is that it is the FUCKING LOUDEST, HIGH-PITCHED SCREECHER we have ever heard. Its screams could almost make your ears bleed. Screams which pierce through the many walls of the building, and which happen every damn day of the week. David and I have come to the conclusion that it has some sort of anxiety problem about leaving its apartment space. Also sometimes the parents just release it into the hallway, probably because they can't deal with it, but more likely because they're secretly hoping that one of their neighbours will come out and kill it for them.