Best Buds: The first of friendships. Panel 1 Setting: A sunny living room. Charls, a sleek Siamese cat with intelligent blue eyes, is meticulously grooming his paw on a plush rug. Luck, a goofy golden retriever with a perpetually wagging tail, is sprawled out on his back, paws in the air, snoring softly. Charls (thought bubble): "Honestly, the lack of decorum is astounding." Panel 2 Luck’s tail thumps loudly against the floor. He lets out a little "woof" in his sleep. Charls twitches an ear. Charls: Sighs dramatically The auditory assault never ceases. Panel 3 Luck’s eyes snap open. He beams at Charls, tail now wagging with full force. Luck: "Mornin', Charly boy! Sleep well? I dreamt I was chasing a giant tennis ball! It was glorious!" Charls: "It is currently three in the afternoon, Luck. And your nocturnal vocalizations permeated the entire residence. 'Glorious' is not the adjective I would employ." Panel 4 Luck bounds over to Charls, nearly tripping over his own feet. He nudges Charls with his wet nose. Luck: "Aww, come on, don't be such a grumpsicle! Wanna play fetch? I found this super awesome stick outside!" Luck proudly presents a slobbery, mud-caked stick. Charls: Recoils slightly "Luck, that… botanical specimen… is far from "super awesome." And the answer is a definitive no. My claws were just meticulously sharpened, thank you very much." Panel 5 Luck’s ears droop slightly, but his tail still wags a little. Luck: "Oh. Okay. How about belly rubs then? Those are always good!" Luck flops onto his back again, exposing his belly. Charls: Looks down at Luck with a hint of fondness in his eyes "Your capacity for unwavering optimism is… perplexing." Panel 6 Charls hops off the rug and delicately steps around Luck’s outstretched paws. He then positions himself carefully on Luck’s belly and begins to knead gently. Luck sighs contentedly. Luck: "You're the best, Charly! Even if you are a bit of a… (yawns) …grumpsicle." Charls (small smile): "And you, my dear Luck, are an incorrigible buffoon. But you are my incorrigible buffoon." Panel 7 Close-up on Charls gently purring as he kneads Luck’s belly. Luck is fast asleep again, a small smile on his face. Charls (thought bubble): "Perhaps a little chaos isn't so bad after all. Just don't tell him I said that." Panel 8: Wide shot of the living room. Sunlight streams through the window. Charls is now curled up asleep on Luck’s belly, both of them peaceful and content. The muddy stick lies forgotten by the door. Caption: Best Buds. Through slobber and sarcasm.
yes, i do have the entire thing complete. no, im not ok. yes, im planing to release the rest of the story and yes, it did take me almost a full year to complete the full thing. im planing to make a comic series, but i need to focus on school... This is for my friends, even if you dont see this, i want you to know that i care. about all of you. and thank you for everything. 31 and counting. this is just the begining.
