This roll was special though, a parting gift from his mother before he left Manehatten to find better pastures. He knew with all the work lately he'd never get a chance to himself, so it was probably better now than never.
Doning a pair of spectacles on his nose, his tired eyes focused as he worked into the night precariously working with that sewing machine, stiching together what would soon be the most cherished possesion he'd ever own.
So I nearly fainted when Noxington finsihed this up. Everything from the scene, lighting and expression of the whole image was nailed down absolutely perfectly and I can't thank him enough.