Comic news! Alongside BB, I illustrate a supernatural comic series set in Heian-Era Japan called WAVEMEN. It is now funding its 4th book on Kickstarter! Please check it out and tell your friends before July 2nd.

Welcome to the post-chapter break, my dear readers. This time, I asked you to send in questions for the cast of Bicycle Boy. What a response!!! I'm afraid I wasn't able to get to all of them, but I hope these can entertain you for a little while.

Anonymous asks: MACHK!!!! hows the fort anne hotel been going?

Machk had this to say: "It's a fucking storage unit. The air is stale and I can't stop shivering. I was mostly left alone all this time, but they've been...taking...my blood. Bags and bags of it, heh. I guess I'm made of nice stuff."

Anonymous asks: what is the most minor, bafflingly insignificant thing that ignites your temper? open question for anyone, but especially morris

One fine morning, the Senator asked who ironed her jackets. "You did," said Jacqueline, already half out the door. The Senator stood, stone-like, scrutinizing a wrinkle on the cuff of one of her most exquisite long coats. "Surely not," she announced. "Do it again."

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"Mh, that Morris o' mine is a total neur... euh, neura..."

"Neurotic?" Diego cuts in.

"Yea however you say that," Stonehenge sighs, and fiddles with a jade pebble, one of many souvenirs brought her way by traders. She puzzled how it might fit into a necklace. "First time I saw that motherfucker's apartment, you know I had to ask for his goddamn cleaning routine. Floors like mirrors. In the apocalypse. The fuck? I never seen a man's house so tidy."

"So what about that makes him angry? I don't get it."

Stonehenge nods in a sagely manner. "So I asked him what was the worst part to clean. Guy visibly shuddered, an' said it were hard water stains. That pisses him off like nothing else."

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Shwf shwf shwf shwf.

What was that noise.

Shwf shwf. Shwf...... shff shf

Isaac wanted to sleep. Damn these midnight liaisons, Gabriel was supposed to leave by now. But he was still here, petting.... the bed? The fuck was he doing?

"Gabriel."

Shwf........

Isaac sat up straight and looked him in the eye, his glare demanding an answer. Gabriel swiped his hand over the bedsheet one last time. There was a faint pitter patter of some small things hitting the wood floor. His mouth went a little crooked, the way it did whenever he was gonna remind him about another unwritten rule he was breaking. "It's crummy."

"You never sweep." But the guy just worried his brows at him. "It gets stuck to my feet, okay? That's why you're having this problem. Lazy."

"This is your dorm."

Oh, the urge to make a scene! How dare he point out the obvious! Isaac's roommates were out on watch, but any further ruckus would wake up the other guys on the floor, and he was not going through that again. So Isaac sucked it up and shoved the big idiot into the hall, one boot on and belt buckle dangling. The way those shoulders scrunched up, he knew he was trying not to laugh.