Ben laughed. "I have a punching bag for whenever my drawings don't come out right, or I can't think of a good plotline. Its starting to burst at the seams and I still haven't gotten my villain's head right, but I think I've made some progress in the biceps department."
He rolled up his short sleeves and flexed his pale, scrawny arm. "You think that's hot, you should see me after I finish up and try to think of a title for the series," he joked.
Ben wished that he could that more specific, art-related classes in the fall with Emma, but it was his own fault for not leaving home sooner and falling behind. Still, she was taking some history class, and it would be nice to not be surrounded by strangers all the time... "Is that Landscape class still open? Think a freshman can get register for it?"