No ghosts allowed >:(
(OOC: There’s a bit of a story to this drawing actually:
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I was drawing in the train a while ago when a dude walked in. And he sat down in the seat opposite of mine followed by a friend of his. We made some small talk and he eventually asked if he could browse through my sketchbook. He eventually ran into this drawing halfway through and showed it to his friend saying “This is me when I’m mad.”. About fifteen minutes later we exited the train and exchanged some information and I learned that his name turned out to be Danny.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized the coincidence.
O also please ignore the nails on the gloved hands. I also couldn’t really decide whether I wanted to draw the palm or the back of his one hand so I ended up leaving them both, which was probably a bad decision.)

(OOC: There’s a bit of a story to this drawing actually:

I was drawing in the train a while ago when a dude walked in. And he sat down in the seat opposite of mine followed by a friend of his. We made some small talk and he eventually asked if he could browse through my sketchbook. He eventually ran into this drawing halfway through and showed it to his friend saying “This is me when I’m mad.”. About fifteen minutes later we exited the train and exchanged some information and I learned that his name turned out to be Danny.

It wasn’t until I got home that I realized the coincidence.

O also please ignore the nails on the gloved hands. I also couldn’t really decide whether I wanted to draw the palm or the back of his one hand so I ended up leaving them both, which was probably a bad decision.)