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Rhys is objectively better looking with the mustache
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Sorry lads...
Rhys is objectively better looking with the mustache
@rhystache || sentence starters.
“Yes. A malleable vessel, filled with liquid matter.” Small talk is less concrete than words on a page, than the feel of a gun in their hand, or the rush as life drains from their prey. Fl4k looms, sentinel-like and hunched, a single optic fixed on the CEO of Atlas. It would seem that neither of the two hold experience in small talk. “I would not recommend that line be used for your Viper Drive. Merely my opinion.”
ok i redid the drawing and made it more canonical
Vaughn’s face lit up seeing Rhys, immediately hugging him quickly, pulling away after a few seconds. It’d been so long, long enough for his best bro to grow a mustache, he supposed. If he was being honest, It didn’t look bad, he looked great. “Dude! It’s been forever! How are you?”
Rhys’s mustache is like Clark Kent’s glasses except instead of a flimsy attempt to hide a superhero identity it’s a flimsy attempt to hide his twinky baby-face
“I leave for a few friggin’ years, and Rhysie decides to grow a Rhystache? Looks even wimpier than before.”
Every time I try to draw Jack I end up with Rhys, what the hell
@rhystache // starter call - Jack
“HEY, hey, pumpkin. Bet you thought you saw the last of me, huh? You got your own company now! Don’t you worry, I’m not here to cause you trouble. I’m here to congratulate you! Quite an accomplishment and your employees love you, Rhysie! Wow.” Jack laughed to himself. It was impressive to see the nerd go from awkward and clumsy to awkward, clumsy and successful. He rests his arm on Rhys’s shoulder.
“LEMME tell ya something, Rhysie baby, it feels great to be alive again. You got cuter too, in the past, what, 5 years? Gotta say the ‘stache is a good look for you.”