TC 129-7 sketch (Patreon)

T: i…needed a change. Needed to not be myself for a bit. I wanted it darker, if im honest. More…black. But the stylist point-blank refused, said she didn’t want to be the one to ruin an eagle’s wings like that. The most she would do was something that made me look like nothing and was obviously fake, and temporary. She didn’t want to get in trouble with the Dol. You know, that weird Dove cult, the order of daedalus or whatever. You see them preaching on the curb in The City sometimes.

R: oh, I know who they are. I don’t blame her for not wanting to get on their bad side.