"Regardless of the weather, I love the night. There's nothing better than being out alone underneath the stars in the darkness. No one in the streets, no one in the park, kupo. Barely anyone even conscious during the week.

Seeing someone else out here though can be interesting from time to time. Found myself caught up talking about life and other random things with strangers for hours. k'po.

Tonight, though, I encountered a friend. She happens to get crippled by the cold, I found her huddled up naked near a tree, trying to hold onto her pride. She's always naked though. All I had to do was breathe a warm moogly breath over her face and she practically melted in my arms.

It's going to be a long, churning walk home, kupipo."

A part of a sketch comic I got overly into and messed a little with shadows, lighting and scenery.
I really should start doing some proper practice instead of doing so many half-arsed jobs.