Men are visual creatures. Along the optic nerve flows the pulse of our moment-to-moment lives. To want, and reach, and touch, we first must see.
He’s got it so bad for Quadra. I noticed that in last panel his tongue is hanging out.
Kind of begs the question what was the creeper doing in a women’s clothing (I use the term loosely) store in the first place, and how did no one notice him? He must be a masterful infiltration expert, or in the future, trenchcoat-clad, idiom-spouting perverts are a dime a dozen.
Oh man. Dr. Seuss is moving in closer… I hope Bee spots em. XD
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