Tukson Ch.2- Pg.2

Why. Why did I make Peter's text so weird.

This page was a roller coaster of emotions to make. We will now ride said roller coaster.

"Alright! Concept is cool!"
"Yeah! Sketches aren't awful!"
"Hey! It's not as long as the last page!"
"Oh... This looks weird with just outlines... better edit it for hours..."
"Coloring makes it better!"
"Ugh. This dialogue is not the best. EDIT IT ALL AWAY!"
"WHY DID I MAKE SO MANY WORDS!"
 
And then we spiral into madness and arrive here.

Tukson had been dreading this moment for years. The day his past would catch up with him. And now it had happened twice in a matter of hours. Though, to be far, his current predicament was a bit more extreme than a couple of rowdy teenagers.

Peter Rojo.

His childhood friend, turned brother in arms, and now apparently his executioner.

But first, Peter had a few choice words for his old friend. Tukson had abandoned him and all faunus in his eyes. Peter had been waiting years to say what he came to say, he could hold off on his attack for a bit... Tukson however, had heard enough. The day he's had; He'd been antagonized over his ability to stock books, had his catch phrase insulted, got bullet kicked in the god damned face, his STORE WAS ON FIRE! And now being called a coward... That was just not something he was prepared to entertain today. He extended his claws. Tukson knew he might not match Peter's strength, but if he was quick enough, he could end this right now.

So now we have Tukson leaping at a foe with his claws extended while growling... Hopefully this goes better than last time...

Anyway here's link to the beginning of the travesty first page in case you wanted to see how this all started.