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The Script For Today's Comic!
MOVING OUT, PART 5
Izzy is lying down, back still to the couch, exhausted. We have a panel of this to establish how isolated and miserable she is – and then Tanner arrives in the frame, carrying a little cardboard box filled with Starbucks goodies.
TANNER: Hey, sweetie!
IZZY (alarmed, with real panic): What are you doing here?
TANNER (no fear whatsoever – he’s neither particularly happy nor sad, just a man doing his job with the faintest hint of a grin): I was just wandering through this apartment building with an iced mocha and a stickybun when I noticed this couch in the stairwell.
IZZY (looking vulnerable, softening): But you weren’t supposed to know….
TANNER (leaning down to deposit the tray next to Izzy, perhaps kissing her on the cheek, ignoring her): So I figured I’d leave this tray of delectable baked goods here while I go investigate.
TANNER: And if that tiny couch floats into a new apartment while my food vanishes into the maw of some beautiful, sweaty stranger sitting by the stairs?
TANNER: …Well, that has nothing to do with me.
(The camera closes in on Izzy, who is a little dazed, perhaps touching her hand to her cheek gently where Tanner kissed her.)
IZZY (thinking): I don’t know whether to kiss him or kill him.
TANNER (from off panel): WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!