The friendly squish-walrus never means to squish things, but his permanently outstretched arms and difficulty slowing down once he’s gained momentum means that anything in his path is pretty much screwed. Most squish-ees forgive him easily though, because he’s just so darn nice.
Drawn in Prismacolor Stick on heavy cream drawing paper. I wanted to capture the burning intensity of her patience as she waited for a sign from me that we were going to leave for our walk.
I'm not completely happy with the coloring on this, so I might redo it later. I really wanted to take my hand at the more colorful old comic style for Two Face, but I'm terrible at working with pinks.
