opaleyes and I have decided we are both awesome motherfuckers who don't do enough awesome things, so we should collaborate and force ourselves to do awesome things whether we like it or not. So far, this has proven at least mildly effective! It has also resulted in the following comic thingy, which I wrote hastily in five minutes, and she spent way longer than that photographing with her awesome Pullip dolls, so I am giving her all of the props on this one.
The Light Brown Apple Moth Debacle, Chapter 1
Tinkle tinkle!
Rose: I'm sorry sir, we're closed.
Mysterious Man: I'm not here for cupcake shenanigans, Miss.
Rose: Oh, you want Thrillabelle's 24-hour Pleasure Palace, that's two blocks down and to the left.
Mysterious Man: My heart does not lust for pleasurable company, miss.
Rose: ...Does it lust for pancakes?
Mysterious Man: No.
Rose: Athletic equipment?
Mysterious Man: No.
Rose: Exotic piercings?
Mysterious Man: Not after last time.
Rose: Well, beyond that, this part of town sort of shuts down after eight o'clock.
Rose: Sorry.
Mysterious Man: I think you know...what it is I seek.
Rose: In...in your loins?
Mysterious Man: Leave my loins out of this, miss. My loins have nothing whatsoever to do with...
Mysterious Man: Stupendaquadrant Six Point Eleventy!!!
Rose: I'm afraid you're still thinking of Thrillabelle's.
Mysterious Man: Do not rouse my-
Rose: Loins?
Mysterious Man: -ANGER. Miss.
*awkward silence*
Rose: Wellll...listen, I'd love to take care of your Supercalibillionandthree problem, but I'm fresh out of strawberries.
Mysterious Man: I have no time for your cockamamie games.
Rose: I thought you said this wasn't about that.
Mysterious Man: I am leaving my card if you choose to cooperate.
Rose: ?
Rose: Fine, I'LL go to Thrillabelle's.
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