As he anticipated the sweetrolls didn't stand a chance whether he wanted to eat them all or not. After the first bite all he wanted was to fill his maw with their sweet soft pastry goodness and so he did until all that stood before him was a messy table of crumb. His aching stomach needed rest, not certain he could make it down the stairs the floor would have to do. As he tilted his head back a familiar friend greeted him. He found himself conflicted as he was excited to see one left, but as nauseous as he was it could be the one that puts him over the edge.
Would have posted this earlier, but I got caught up making vine charcoal and the like with my sister. It's currently roasted in a paint bucket as I write this. Aaaand tried a different blending technique for the color, Using a mix of linear burn and multiply to get some better texture from the drawing without getting it too dark.
