Stress reliever sketches.
10 minutes? 7? Who knows.

An eye sort of for a project we're doing in English to Starry Night, Mr. Homeless
Janitor (My OC. Yeah. You wish he was yours.), some unfinished tall person, and me
and my friend Matthew talking shit to each other.
Which we do constantly.
As a sign of siblingly love.
Even if we're not siblings.
The kid could almost be my brother. Except that I'm German, he's Chinese.
"What's up fagbag?"
"Not much. How's life, halfbitch?"
x)