“This,” Neil flicked his finger to indicate the two of them, “isn’t worthless.” “There is no ‘this’. This is nothing.” “And I am nothing,” Neil prompted. When Andrew gestured confirmation, Neil said, “And as you’ve always said, you want nothing.”
Summer Andreil (mostly an excuse to draw them with sunglasses)
dont do it like me kids, use references then maybe the bodies will make sense. Also backgrounds, those are a thing that I should remember to draw occasionally.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 