My crappy illustration of Jayce and Hrulash’s totally platonic heterosexual manly friendship. And Xanda laughing at the fact that any way you look at it, it looks totally not. Oh, boys. (No, really, they’re both heterosexual, and Hrulash would really appreciate it if you would “get off his case about his failings with girls or he will hunt you down and bend your ear on statistics until you stab yourself in the eye out of boredom”.)
And yes, Hrulash is saying to Jayce that he’s glad they’re friends with the very angriest face he can manage. He’s weird like that. Fortunately, Jayce understands. A little too well for Hrulash’s comfort.
Hrulash swears he didn’t use to use such obscene gestures until Xanda drove him to it. He is a nobleman, after all, and they’re above such stupidity. I think he’s actually pretty mad about her seeing this, though, and might even go after Xan (fear of getting his butt kicked aside) except for the fact that Jayce is still hugging him.
I’m not very good with Jayce’s hair.
Now I have to go finish this DMC fanfic. Ugh, figments. Continue reading →