I really don't know if I should re-stylize AE-3803, I mean, I've drawn a lot of stylizations of her, I can't even decide which one to choose anymore [that's why I never draw her that often]
The one I'm drawing right now, her hair looks like an apple [in the drawing, she's wearing a hat so you can't really see the shape of her hair] and for me it makes her look a little cuter. But the one I have as a reference [it's an old drawing I had in my gallery] looks much more...uhh how to say it... charismatic or friendly :<
I feel like my art style has been declining over time [there's plenty of evidence on my YouTube channel]
Anonymous Request: CAW: 3803 for once is the embarrassed one who's acting stubborn beyond words and won't admit she's wrong. With a twisted ankle she ignored 1146's earlier advice to giver her delivery to another and finished her job with stubbornness unmatched except for the severe pain she's now in. Now she's been discovered by a rather quietly miffed 1146 who refuses to talk to her or put her down as he carries her in his arms the long way home for all the world to see. She thinks he must be punishing her.
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“Umm, Mr. Neutrophil?”
No response.
“Mr. Neutrophil?”
This time, AE-3803 manages to get a response. Unfortunately, it’s not the one she’s looking for.
U-1146 grunts, readjusts his hold on 3803, and keeps walking.
The redheaded blood cell took a deep breath, steeling herself. “Mr. Neutrophil, I’m fine. Honest!”
This time, that actually garnered a reaction. Grinding to an abrupt parade halt (which mildly jostled the erythrocyte in his grasp), 1146 glanced down, an unreadable look in his eyes. For a moment, 3803 feared that he was going to drop her—or worse, look even more disappointed—but she need not fear. He only held her gaze for an impossibly long time before taking off in the same brisk pace he had started off with.
Miffed and mortified beyond words, 3803 couldn’t believe that she was given the cold shoulder, the silent treatment from her friend! How could this be possible? Usually, 1146 was the sort of cell who would not stop fretting until his charge was either shipped off to an infirmary or swaddled in the kind arms of macrophages.
Although, 3803 began to think guiltily, she had been pushing him to his limits this time.
To be fair, she only sprained her ankle by just a little bit and the next delivery was only two micrometers away! How was she supposed to get her deliveries done if she relied on another red blood cell to do her work for her? Not only would it be embarrassing, but it would also paint the picture that she was still the frightened erythroblast in the bone marrow.
And now, because of her hubris, she was being carried to the nearest infirmary like she hadn’t matured at all! Normally, she wouldn’t have minded the assist, but there were onlookers from every direction, which prompted the red blood cell to pull the brim of her beret over her eyes.
It was unfair.
But, she supposed, it was also unfair of her to push 1146 away even though he knew what was best in that situation.
It rankled at her insides, but she knew that despite how overbearing his behavior was at times, he meant well. After all, childish behavior aside, she knew what the consequences would be—she just chose to ignore it in favor of trying to prove something to her past self. Now, because of her rash decisions, the body was down an able bodied red blood cell and she wouldn’t be able to fulfill her quota. Someone else would have to pick up her work.
And that humbled AE-3803.
With great reluctance, but with a determination that she often carried in her day to day duties, the young red blood cell raised her head and tried to make eye contact with the white blood cell. Despite his avoidance in meeting her gaze, she knew that he was listening.
“Okay… I’m sorry.” She swallowed past the lump that had spontaneously appeared in the back of her throat. “It was foolish of me to continue running even though I was injured. I just… I just wanted to do my job.”
Her voice broke at that last part and this time, when 1146 stopped, he didn’t jostle her. A bit startled at the loss in movement 3803 gaped up at her friend until his eyes and lips softened into the semblance of the cell she had befriended so long ago.
“You’re more than just your job, Miss Red Blood Cell. Remember that.”
And maybe it was the simplicity of his words or the fact that he meant each one of them that had her choking up. As a cell, her duty was her life. What was she without the efficiency and capability that characterized every cell in the body?
And yet…
1146 made it seem as if she mattered more than that.
And that felt good.
“Does this mean—”
“I’m still carrying you to the infirmary.”
“Fair enough.”
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