Cute enough to induce projectile vomiting, isn't it?
My first attempt at drawing a male character. I didn't want to, but Maggie insisted. She said that I'd been drawing too many Goth/Vampire chicks and Magical Girls of late, and that she was worried about coming home from work one evening and finding me trying on her clothes.
Which is ridiculous, of course. Nothing she has fits me. I'm too wide through the chest and shoulders.
Her next question was whether or not I was sure I'd only spent a night or two in the drunk-tank, rather than doing a lengthier stretch, and acquring a few unorthodox tastes in the process.
Anyway, here we are: a moody, self-absorbed, emo "bishie boy" (read: "fuckin' bishonen pussy") and his adoring, vivacious shojo girlfriend. Is it just me, or does anyone else have a sneaking suspicion that this l'il romance is doomed?
The bishie is a modified exercise from Hart's Young Artists, while the shojo cutie (who is too cute, in my opinion. I'll be learning bishojo ASAP) is my own brainchild.