Hyperfixation Hell

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This is so sad it stabbed my heart several times, so I had to draw it 💔💔💔

[ID: A four page sketched out comic with black beige and white colors. Image 1: Narinder walks into the Lamb's tent, pulling back the cloth and stepping in. He looks around for them. "Lamb? Are you ready to crusade yet? We're losing daylight." Lamb answers from off screen, "Yeah yeah, I'm coming!" Narinder looks over to where he hears the Lamb and sees them with only a towel around their hips. They look down at their shirt as they go to grab it. Lamb: "Just let me get dressed, I'll be out in a few." Image 2: Narinder jolts back tenses up shocked, his face flushed. "Woah!" He quickly turns his head away and raises his hand up to conceal his view of the Lamb. "Lamb, I-" He clears his throat. "I apologize, I did not mean to intrude. Lamb: Nari, you're fine. Don't worry about it. Narinder: "You're different than I thought." Image 3: Lamb: "What do you mean?" Narinder softens his expression while still looking away, but his fingers slightly part as his third eye glances at the Lamb. "You were so small back then. In the gateway I barely saw you. It didn't matter then. Seeing you now, I never thought you were so... Compelling." The Lamb stares at him shocked while pointing at themselves, their face flushed as well. "Compelling?" Narinder stutters and completely covers his eyes with his hands. "Wh- Lamb! For heavens sake- get dressed!" The Lamb turns and quickly walks away. Lamb: "Right! Right! Yeah!" Image 4: Narinder is seen stabbing the head of a heretic as they grip onto his sleeve. His face looks troubled and incredibly red. The words, "Kill the thought," repeat endlessly behind him as he thinks about the Lamb's body. on the top right corner is a thought bubble, The back and front of the Lamb's torso can be seen, The back shows their soft muscles and their tail while the front has one arm raised while leaning to the side. The red crown right below the thought bubble squints at Narinder knowingly, while in it's snake form. End ID.]