Congratulations!!! What An Achievement :D

Congratulations!!! What an achievement :D

I GRADUATED!!!

When you really like to draw the decaying robo-bunny murder man

Inside the drawer, many crumpled pieces of paper were poorly hidden. Looking around once more, Death reached his hand into the drawer. Whatever was on the papers was difficult to read, the papers themselves being wrinkled and crumpled up.

Gently, Death took one of the sheets of paper and tried to smoothen it out. As he did, he faintly registered the noise of someone skipping towards him. He blinked. It couldn’t be-?

“Boss Boss Boss! Got your Koffee! I mean, what a coincidence, Patrick already had one waiting-Boss?” Quinn stopped. They looked at Death with wide eyes, but they couldn’t see what Death was holding.

It was a day like any other. Long. Repetitive. Boring. And Death was getting antsy. So he moved from his desk and decided to take a walk, sighing with quiet relief as he finally moved from his chair.

He moved along quietly, figuring that he'd get some koffee. Maybe have a talk with Jocelyn or Quinn. Pump Quinn's own desk was on the way to where he was heading, so he decided he'd check in on them first.

He turned a corner and approached where they sat, back to him. The vague sound of scratching pencil on paper piqued his interest. As well as the small pile of crumpled balls nearby.

He remained quiet as he moved closer, curiosity growing.

Although the paper was still a bit crinkled, Death could make out what it was supposed to be. It wasn’t anything work related, that was for sure. Instead, it seemed to be a drawing, sketched out carefully with pencil.

Death examined it, a bit confused. Quinn had drawn this? He looked closely, now able to determine what the drawing was of.

Then, he heard a knock at the door.

It was a day like any other. Long. Repetitive. Boring. And Death was getting antsy. So he moved from his desk and decided to take a walk, sighing with quiet relief as he finally moved from his chair.

He moved along quietly, figuring that he'd get some koffee. Maybe have a talk with Jocelyn or Quinn. Pump Quinn's own desk was on the way to where he was heading, so he decided he'd check in on them first.

He turned a corner and approached where they sat, back to him. The vague sound of scratching pencil on paper piqued his interest. As well as the small pile of crumpled balls nearby.

He remained quiet as he moved closer, curiosity growing.

“G-good afternoon, Boss! So, um, good to see you this, um, good…afternoon…,” Quinn replied, their greeting tracing off into nervous mumbles.

They glanced at the desk drawer they had hidden the papers in. Quinn elbowed the drawer, hoping to close it completely in a way that was as unnoticeable as possible.

It was a day like any other. Long. Repetitive. Boring. And Death was getting antsy. So he moved from his desk and decided to take a walk, sighing with quiet relief as he finally moved from his chair.

He moved along quietly, figuring that he'd get some koffee. Maybe have a talk with Jocelyn or Quinn. Pump Quinn's own desk was on the way to where he was heading, so he decided he'd check in on them first.

He turned a corner and approached where they sat, back to him. The vague sound of scratching pencil on paper piqued his interest. As well as the small pile of crumpled balls nearby.

He remained quiet as he moved closer, curiosity growing.

It’s Gangle-drawing time