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The feeling of Jenny's sun-warmed skin against hers is one Amanda will remember until the end of her days, she thinks. Her lips brush ever so lightly against Jenny's and transmit a tingling, tickling tension that makes her smile. Then she sits up in panic, clutching her chest, suddenly afraid that this enormous wave of emotion will crush her. She stutters out an explanation to Jenny, who scrambles to her feet. First comic ¤ Last comic ¤ Next comic
<Rantspace> I'm a little short on time today and I had planned to make only that first panel of this strip. Yes, sometimes, you see, I suspect there will be but one panel to a strip. But that is not today, as Aragorn puts it. And what a good thing that is. I'm really pleased with the anatomy in the second panel, except for that arm. And I'm pleased that the third panel turned out okay, after I erased about half of the ink from it and switched the characters' positions. (And mirrored them.) I don't think I've done so many rushed errors in a single picture since I was about four years old. In other news, I thought of a sceme for secret pages that's so cool in its very concept that I just have to do something with it, as soon as I figure out what I should have on those pages. Stay tuned for further develeopments. . . and stay alert. ;) This is the Maker, wishing you a good day. |
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