The actual written scene is better but I’m trying to practice my drawing. Here’s the scene for those who are curious;
“Your Majesty?” Hizashi assumed the Nutcracker was talking to him. He turned to meet the blue gaze, noting how much relief his touch was as his hands were cool to the touch. There was also a pulse between them. Like blood was flowing between both of them, as if they were one body. This created a small, pink flush on his body, though he assumed it was from the heat.
“I’m okay. Heater’s on a bit high but--” The man then realized that he was speaking to a giant nutcracker who was definitely NOT supposed to be able to talk.
He yelled, “Scratch that! I’m not okay at all!”
With panic fueling his actions, Hizashi rolled himself from the Nutcracker’s grip and off the other side of the bed. “Ouch! ”
The Nutcracker moved to help him but stopped as Hizashi began to spazz on the floor.
“What the fuck is going on here?!” he demanded, his arms flailing about as if trying to put together a large picture. “First there was the army of rats that would make any exterminator’s dreams—or nightmares—come true! Not to mention some sort of Frankenstein abomination, rat edition! Then I shrunk like ‘Honey I shrunk the kids!’ followed by you and the other toys coming to life in a Babe’s in Toyland scenario, and Gran Torino became a freaky owl thing, and! And! And...”
Hizashi became more frantic with each word. He could feel his brain heat and steam in his skull like a train engine as it tried to figure out what was happening. His mind spun faster making him dizzy, so he became woozy.
His face must have been turning red, or something, because the Nutcracker became distressed.
“Your Majesty, please calm yourself!” he begged, his tone just as anxious as Hizashi’s. His eyes were wide and, if he could, Hizashi was sure he would be sweating. “I understand that all this is a lot to take in--”
“Oh, you think?! ”