When A Character Has A Shirtless Scene And They Have Washboard Abs And No Sign Of Any Belly Fat Not Even

Sometimes you have to kiss her softly and tell her that she's good enough.

Some of Harry's acts of service at the 41st precinct

Skilltober #24 - Composure

(redraw of an image from last year and damn do I like it a lot more than the original. Also yeah I know it's not a Composure Check but. That's how Kim rolls ok)

HAPPY MEAL- You take a bite of your burger, but something is wrong. The horrible tang of vinegar taints every micrometer of the patty.

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success]- You manage to fight down the urge to spit the half-chewed sludge into your napkin, and instead force yourself to swallow like a normal human being. As calmly as possible, you lift the bun off the burger to peer beneath.

HAPPY MEAL- As you suspected. Pickles.

AUTHORITY- You should demand a refund. Or a new burger. Or BOTH. You TOLD them you didn't like the nasty things.

YOU- Yes. Get up. Go give the cashier a piece of your mind.

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Failure]- Oh, God, the cashier. You can't do it. The moment you look toward the counter, your legs lock up and your mouth goes dry. The thought of actually confronting your fellow hard-working proletariat with some kind of mistake—let ALONE demanding MONEY from them like some kind of penny-pinching CAPITALIST—makes you feel sicker than that pickle did.

[MORALE -1]

KIM KITSURAGI- "Something the matter, Detective?" The Lieutenant has been following your eyes, from the dissected burger to the cashier.

YOU- "No. It's fine."

COMPOSURE [Trivial: Failure]- Your voice cracks slightly as you answer.

KIM KITSURAGI- The Lieutenant sighs and stands up.

EMPATHY [Heroic: Success]- He's not mad at you. It's a sigh of pity.

VOLITION [Godly: Failure]- Oh, GOD, that's worse, somehow. You feel a stabbing pain in your chest as you curl forward over the table.

[MORALE -1]

KIM KITSURAGI- At the counter, the Lieutenant clears his throat to get the cashier's attention, then gestures back to you. "Excuse me. He asked for no pickles."

[MORALE CRITICAL]

i kiss you on the mouth and end my turn

my dumb? founded. my flabbers? gasted. my gob??? smacked

Immensely powerful thrift shop find, google drive to follow

Raccacoonie

I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi