[ There are some days around here where things happen and Rohan is 100% convinced that he fell asleep at his desk again or caught a bad draft of wind that forced him to just nap out for a few minutes. Anything that happens within those periods of time until he wakes up in half a coma are all in his head and he can just get right back to work afterward. That would be too goddamn easy to have as an excuse today.
This whole thing has Monster Firefighter Model Calendar written all over it when he clenches his eyes shut, opens them and comes to the realization that he has not been inhaling too much ink again.
Monster Firefighter Model Calendar in 92-point boldface font in Microsoft WordArt. The orange and yellow one that is doing the upward WHOOSH to the right-hand side of the screen. Add a dropshadow to it and unnecessary underlines and you've got a vague idea of what is flying up over Jotaro's head toward the ceiling.
Sweet, merciful Fog God, he's a beauty. ]
That's it.
[ Levelheaded AS EVER, Rohan pushes off from the desk and goes to investigate. Too levelheaded. He's trying pretty hard to keep it together with JUST a pen and JUST this little thing of paper. That's because he's doing this for CLOTHES... Not Art. Right. All his paints and shit are in the back but he has to do all this garbage first no matter how many times he's seen Jotaro in various states of undress. He IS his best model after all.
Forgive the limp-wristed picking up of that tail... Just to make sure it's.... Real? ]
I still don't see why this is a problem.
Option A: No more pants.
Option B: I rip holes in your pants and we call it a day.
Option C: Shorts are comfortable.
[ That's a nice forearm you've got there, Jotaro. Nice elbow too. How about that shoulder.
no subject
This whole thing has Monster Firefighter Model Calendar written all over it when he clenches his eyes shut, opens them and comes to the realization that he has not been inhaling too much ink again.
Monster Firefighter Model Calendar in 92-point boldface font in Microsoft WordArt. The orange and yellow one that is doing the upward WHOOSH to the right-hand side of the screen. Add a dropshadow to it and unnecessary underlines and you've got a vague idea of what is flying up over Jotaro's head toward the ceiling.
Sweet, merciful Fog God, he's a beauty. ]
That's it.
[ Levelheaded AS EVER, Rohan pushes off from the desk and goes to investigate. Too levelheaded. He's trying pretty hard to keep it together with JUST a pen and JUST this little thing of paper. That's because he's doing this for CLOTHES... Not Art. Right. All his paints and shit are in the back but he has to do all this garbage first no matter how many times he's seen Jotaro in various states of undress. He IS his best model after all.
Forgive the limp-wristed picking up of that tail... Just to make sure it's.... Real? ]
I still don't see why this is a problem.
Option A: No more pants.
Option B: I rip holes in your pants and we call it a day.
Option C: Shorts are comfortable.
[ That's a nice forearm you've got there, Jotaro. Nice elbow too. How about that shoulder.
Oh right, look at the customer's face. ]
It's a tail.