Death by death, clone by clone, a piece of his mind wanders off on it's own. Heart to heart, hand in hand, only a friend can bring piece to this man. ...and maybe a hug or two.
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(poor Dobi.) [No humans were killed in the making of this fire. Only injured and very few were hospitalized.]
Am I doing the right thing by continuing this story? Well, can't stop now. Gotta keep it up. So enjoy some good angst!
Started sketching Hubert last night and ended up with this lmao. I have colored portraits of what I imagine Hubert’s mom and dad look like but I want to make full body models before I post them, so floating dad head for now