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Re-Tread
Last time, Steve used his necromantic powers to raise Nate from his depressive funk. First order of business: facial hair maintenance.
Today’s Comic
Now, let’s find out what Rose was up to!
Out with the bad, in with the good.
I like the way this one came out. My first time doing a video chat, not to mention that angle in panel 6!
Extra Art - Jillian Rollerblading
A good friend of mine did a Draw This In Your Style challenge a while back, and I jumped in!
This is JS Staedtler's character Jillian. Now, this is pretty cute as it is. But if you want to add another level of difficulty and see her really, uh, expose herself to this new experience, I think you know where to go.
You can also check out the original inspiration over at JS Staedtler's gallery, where you can also see a LOT more of Jillian and a ton of other cute characters (including some you might recognize from his earlier webcomic, Avalon!)
See you next week for another comic!
Transcript
[Exterior shot of a 2-story apartment building rooftop, where Rose is leaning back and holding her phone. She looks away with a tired expression]
Rose: I dunno. Tell him I died.
[A view of Rose's phone in her hand, where she is video chatting with Aya. Aya is in her work uniform and about to eat a sandwich.]
Aya (unamused): Ha. Yeah, I'll just go with that.
Rose: You're a barista, Aya. You've got to be used to telling off creepers.
Aya: He's a creeper?
Rose: I mean, yeah. Rose: Bro can't take a hint, so he stalks my best friend at work?
Aya: Ok, in retrospect that does sound a bit creeper-ish.
Rose (off-screen): Right??
[View behind Rose on the roof as she crouches down and looks into the parking lot to see Nate showing up with Steve, below her in the distance]
Rose: Shit, now I need to shake this negative energy out of my system.
[Zoomed-in view from Rose's perspective of Nate following Steve across the parking lot. Nate is carrying a backpack and a sleeping bag and looking thoughtfully off into the distance while Steve is mid-sentence.]
[Aya's phone, propped up on a table at the coffee shop, showing Rose from her side of the video chat]
Rose (raising eyebrows): ...or maybe fuck it out.
Aya (facepalming): Jesus Christ, Rose.
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