pls it sucks and i haven't written in forever and my writing has deteriorated but thats all the more reason to have people actually look at it and pressure me to be better!! and also i just wanna talk about Bell because he's dumb

Really though, not having anyone looking at your writing or staying on your back to tell you to keep writing is very dangerous, don't do that.

Also him

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He's got stars in his eyes. The hot sparks fly up against his goggles and illuminate— for just a moment— a soaring blue behind the tint and the curve of a dimpled grin.

He's absorbed in it: the thing in between his fingers, the drill in his hands, and the wires just barely holding themselves underneath his nails. He's absorbed in it: littered all over the floor are all the empty cans a crestfallen protagonist could ever possibly want to kick down a road, along with a sleeping bag that hadn't ever ventured outside the garage, still dirtier than its camper relatives. While we're at it, we may as well include the empty, plastic food bags; but though it be a mess, the sheer amount of them assured that the boy still ate well in spite of his infatuation with work.

Infatuated, that boy was, giggling to himself and humming (belching out the lyrics) along with the radio; absolutely smitten with a broken, banged-up hunk of junk, he couldn't hear anything over his love for it (and definitely not over the screech of the boombox or the buzz of the drill)—

"Bell! Bell! I swear, this kid—"

Yanking back his goggles over his head, Bell recoiled from the absence of the bass line vibrating the empty junk on the floor. He didn't see it coming (because he was absorbed after all) but he still knew it when it happened. He knew what would wait in its stead, but still his eyes darted back to look anyways.

The big man ran a hand over his head. Bell once theorized that the big man did it to push back hair in his eyes while he still had hair, and after his hair left, his habit so kindly hadn't. When Bell went to confirm the theory, he got punched. "Why's so loud? Don't your race got better ears than ours? They're all big and pointy for a reason, aren't they?"

"Couldn't hear it over the moon drill."

"You're gonna go deaf, Bell," he cringed, "This rock stuff you're into doesn't help with— wait, why're you using a moon drill for a telepassist?"

Bell laughed dryly as if that would deter the man. As a last ditch effort, Bell threw out a thumbs up. "Don't worry 'bout it."

The man's shoulders rose and his scowl stretched from the twist of his mouth to the dent of his brow, and if that was supposed to make him look intimidating it was working. "You're adding your own unneeded junk to that—"

"No no no no, look,"  stressed Bell, spinning around with the convicting object in between his blackened fingers, "Listen, Mox, this telepassist? Has a garbage modulator. The wires—"

"Bell."

        "are coiled in to form the magic circle. How stupid is that? But if I—"

"Bell."

"But if you jusst coil the wires inward individually, you can make it more compact and amplify user's energy getting a greater range and clearer recept-"

Mox snapped, and Bell feared his neck would be next. "Bell, your client asked you to fix the antenna, not turn her stuff into discount space exploration tools on your whims!"

Did Bell feel guilty? Maybe the first time it happened when he fixed up his mother's levvis, to where instead of the shoes adding the tiny boost and float needed to preserve both magic and physical energy, she got a nice bump on the head after crashing against the ceiling. He was probably five... Six? Well, he was kid anyhow. And at fifteen, still a kid, he just felt... bad. Bell felt more sorry for the telepath assister really, because to be rejected even after improving so much must've been heartbreaking.

"Okay, but you know—"

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and that's all folks the rest is just?? Dialogue kinda notes and other things i have to include for comic panels and effects!! Still I actually enjoyed writing this a lot and it gives me a lot clearer image of what I want to draw and how I want to draw it then the little notes and segments do which makes me want to Write Out the Whole Comic which is also counterproductive because why not just?? make it a novel then but also n o, i don't want to. This art book is getting more chaotic each chapter. Y i k e