A little late v-day present for my Irish boy -also known as*braces self*- my current boyfriend. . .I KNOW IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME I HAD ONE. IT'S ONLY BEEN FOUR YEARS SINCE MY LAST RELATIONSHIP SO SHUT IT.

I'm holding Yorick (a cat skull) and he's holding Toke the Bloke, a lamb skin blanket. You wouldn't understand.


And he's doesn't have an accent, sadly. His dad does! (But I ain't bangin' that) I think that being half-Irish entitles him to being called my Irish boy. Most of his family lives in Cork, Ireland. And he can say a few things in Gaelic which is the purdiest damn thing on this planet. He could say "Your hair is green and you look like a donkey" in that tongue and I'd still go all melty.

The only downside of our sickeningly adorable blooming relationship is his terrible allergies to cats. So you know this isn't going to last very long. I don't have the title of "Cat Whisperer" for nothing.



On a side note; I think I'm getting better at drawing people. :3

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More comics, terribly delayed commissions, etc. coming soon. I just had to try and finish this before Valentine's Day. Which I failed at.