Also, puts the art we did for Commission Examples in its own post b/c IM JUST SO THRILLED WITH HOW THESE TURNED OUT... every time Boo colours my lines I feel like the art goes up 5 levels
Sketch and colours by @lookinlikeaking, clean-up and lines by me; Sammy's design by me, Joey (w/ the moustache) and Marve (the dragon) are designed by Boo
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Just a Dinner. pt.1
Although since this is going online, here's your tw:
Implied (not illegal-ish?) relationship with 6 year age gap,
Domestic/work/Initial abuse, Joey Drew, unclear consent in actions, Toxic relationship, swearing, internalized homophobia, and any nonfriendly interactions will be time skipped weirdos.
This is a safe space-- unless you ship this with ill intent of it being healthy. Then why are you here?
Sammy pushed the hair tie back up his blonde hair slightly as he walked into the studio. It had been two months since he had been hired. (Although that was to be ignored.) He glanced around the lobby for his instrument case. When it was nowhere to be found he sighed with disappointment, it didn’t take that long for a stupid banjo to get a few strings pulled. That made him wonder- Had it been delivered somewhere else, then?
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After mindlessly checking the music room, his office, Jack's office, the Art Department, and the halls surrounding, he reluctantly climbed the stairs to Joey’s office. He hadn’t seen his boss in weeks! Which was strange- He ran the studio! Shouldn’t he be present? Nonetheless, his secretary told him he could walk right in--Meaning Joey was there. The blonde made his way to the office door, knocking lightly. “Who is it?” A happy go lucky man called. “Lawrence.” He replied. “Come in!” Joey grinned, leaning back in the chair.
Sammy stepped inside, gently shutting the door behind him. “Sammy, how can I help you?” J0ey pressed his hands together, observing the boy in front of him. “My instrument hasn’t shown up, sir-” He explained in a short tone. Rather annoyed than anything. Joey pursed his lips, “I’m terribly sorry about that!” He frowned, shaking his head. “But- You’re very talented, I’m sure you can work with what we have!” Joey smiled, standing up.
Sammy held his breath, cracking a small smile. Joey had always flattered him, no matter how fucking annoying he got, he was always kind to Sammy! Sometimes a little.. Too nice. Sometimes he had to take a step back, and distance himself. He watched Joey step in front of the desk. “You’ve checked everywhere?” He questioned. Sammy nodded. “Yeah, everywhere.”
Joey seemed to ponder this for a moment. Thinking of how to play his cards next. “Then I guess it truly isn’t here.” He pushed himself off the desk, taking a step towards Lawrence, who fought the small urge to back away. To Joey, Sammy was a small meerkat. A wild animal that had to be approached slowly before becoming prey. Funny analogy, huh?
“Yeah- That’s what I said before.” Sammy nodded a little. He wasn’t nervous. Joey just made him feel intimidated, as bosses do. “Yes, I’m sorry.” Joey hummed, stepping the rest of the way and brushing invisible dust off Sammy’s shoulder, causing him to stiffen. He didn’t like being touched by anyone. Unless of course it was his friend Jack Fain, who enjoyed physical affection. Causing Sammy to get used to it. But only from him.
“How about I just buy you a new one?” Joey offered. Sammy met his eyes. “No sir, It’s- I can wait.” He shrugged. Joey's hand bounced and fell from Samuel's harsh shrug. “No, I insist! Here- Meet me after work, for a dinner, hm?”
Well, you’d be insane to pass up a free instrument! So, Sammy agreed. “Yeah- Sounds good, sir.” He nodded slowly.
“Please, just Joey.”
This should’ve been the first sign for the young boy. But he brushed it off. Joey was being so kind- He figured them friends!
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