Blah, blah, blah, because we all know you’re just here for the dog. I mean, even I’m only here for the dog. I should’ve named my webcomic “Bronwen is Best Dog, Obviously” instead of Tomodachi Forever. What was I thinking?? 🤔
I watched Riverdale, that Archie TV series where Jughead is a brooding emo teen, while working on this page and UGH, I LOVE IT. Teen angst forever, y’all. The only problem is there’s lots of fleeting moments you really need to be watching the screen to get, which makes it hard to draw to since I’m mostly listening and glancing. So many times I’d hear those cinematic pauses that make you snap back to reality and rewind because you KNOW you missed something important. A look, or even just someone not looking. So, so good! It’s on Netflix so check it out, then you can @ me on Twitter and tell me how much you hate my problematic faves or whatever.
Preston, there’s only 12 people in your squad. If you’re whispering in the ranks, Yukiko Takahashi is still gonna hear you. Duh.
I kind of want to name this page PUPPY or something, but the dog is kind of incidental. I GUESS. Bee tee dubs, her name is Bronwen and she’s a pibble and she’s The Best*.
I try not to do too many pages with very few panels, but I also don’t want to fall into Talking Head Syndrome, and if you can’t see people from at least about the knees up, you don’t usually get to see any dogs present in the scene and that just WILL NOT do, okay? All must see Bronwen. ❤🐶
*Please note all dogs are The Best Dog. ALL. DOGS.
Oh, Leo! You should know by now Tom has no sense of humor.
When it comes to client work, I’m always conscientious of efficiency. When someone else is footing the bill for my time, I don’t want to waste it. When I’m working on my own art, there’s considerably less urgency toward efficiency and I get on these perfectionist streaks fixing single pixel mistakes and deciding which of 567 fonts is just right for a sound effect. (I’m kidding, of course. I actually have 753 fonts right now.)
Which is all to say that I may have spent an hour and a half perfecting that “NOPE” over Preston’s head. Surprisingly little of that time was spent on the skull, to be honest. Ahem.
Welcome to Chapter 3, cupcakes!