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    <title>Day Two</title>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art</link>
    <copyright>Copyright (C) 2019-25 the Phantom Inker. All rights reserved.</copyright>
    <description>Day Two is a comedy webcomic about two girls transformed into a centaur and a naga, awkwardly coping with their new lives in a small Los Angeles apartment</description>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2026 16:00:00 GMT</lastBuildDate>
    <category>Webcomics</category>
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      <title>Day Two</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/proof</link>
    <title>Proof</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/proof</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;307&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/c/1/c1cda26362828b69/proof.png" alt="Proof" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Look, at least she&amp;#39;s angry instead of crying, this &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;is&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; progress.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe holds up the wallet, her tears starting to dry. Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t just — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;go up to him&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; with this.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Then mail it back.&amp;amp;quot; Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t just &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mail it back!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Then &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I&amp;#39;ll&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; return it.&amp;amp;quot; Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;It shouldn&amp;#39;t be &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (holds up a finger sagely): &amp;amp;quot;Then it &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;MUST stay here. Q.E.D.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (shouting): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;It CAN&amp;#39;T stay here!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (sips coffee): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Nope,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; sorry, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Law of Noncontradiction. Invalid proof.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (angry): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (snidely): &amp;amp;quot;Listen, you can do anything you want with &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;love&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;, horsegirl, but &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;math&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;logic&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; are &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mine&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (fuming angry).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/army-of-one</link>
    <title>Army of One</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/army-of-one</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;308&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Army of One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/e/6/e6af9103bda31181/army-of-one.png" alt="Army of One" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Chloe, can you &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;please&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; not go full stereotype?  Maybe dial that eleven back to like an eight?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Also, why do I get the feeling this isn&amp;#39;t the first time Zia&amp;#39;s talked to her tail?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe sits in her bed, wrapped up in blankets, eating cookie-dough ice cream from the carton while emo music blasts in the background.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (fully dressed now, arms crossed): &amp;amp;quot;You really ought to do &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;something.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You can&amp;#39;t just &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;stay in here&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; all day eating &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ice cream&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and playing &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Evanescence.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (irritably takes another scoop of ice cream): &amp;amp;quot;Like &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;fudge&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I can&amp;#39;t.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Okay, in &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;your best interest,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;m not going to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;let you&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; stay here all day &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;eating ice cream&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;playing Evanescence.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (grouchy): &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;what army?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia looks at Chloe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia&amp;#39;s tail points back at her as if holding a conversation with her.  Zia: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Hmm —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia&amp;#39;s tail points back at Chloe.  Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Just &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;measuring troop strength,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I get that there&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;two of us&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and only &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;one of her,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but she&amp;#39;s in the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;cavalry...&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/hate-bargain</link>
    <title>Hate Bargain</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/hate-bargain</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;309&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Hate Bargain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/5/b/5b8292ed955acab9/hate-bargain.png" alt="Hate Bargain" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Forever seems to be shorter than I remember.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe, still in bed eating ice cream with music blasting. Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Listen, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;somebody&amp;#39;s&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; gotta return his &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;wallet,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and if it&amp;#39;s not &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; then &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I&amp;#39;m&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; gonna do it.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;No way.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Zia: &amp;amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s gonna &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;come back for it&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; if one of us doesn&amp;#39;t.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Argh!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Fine,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;ll &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;do it,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but I&amp;#39;m gonna &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hate you forever!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (shrugging, walking away): &amp;amp;quot;Okay, but we &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;half-changed Sophia back&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; yesterday...&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe glares at her, bending the spoon in half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Okay, fine,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but I&amp;#39;m gonna &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hate you for at least an hour!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Zia (holds out hand, grinning): &amp;amp;quot;Deal.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-walk-of-shame</link>
    <title>The Walk of Shame</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-walk-of-shame</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;310&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;The Walk of Shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/5/8/589b96d7749b3ecd/the-walk-of-shame.png" alt="The Walk of Shame" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;😬 ... &amp;lt;a href=&amp;#34;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAEhWEOrlnc&amp;#34;&amp;gt;musical accompaniment&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks through town. Camera far away. Skyline in the distance, and car traffic on the street. Chloe looks very small.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks in front of buildings, with pedestrians and cars around her. Camera closer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks across the street at a crosswalk. Camera closer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks in front of a building, head hanging. Camera closer. A pedestrian walks by, looking at her phone. Blue news box with the &amp;amp;quot;Los Angeles Guardian&amp;amp;quot; newspaper inside with headline &amp;amp;quot;Airstrikes in Baku&amp;amp;quot;.  Red news box with &amp;amp;quot;The Star&amp;amp;quot; newspaper inside with headline &amp;amp;quot;Princess Outrage&amp;amp;quot;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stops, holding Mark&amp;#39;s wallet. Camera close up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera behind Chloe. Mark leans on the railing of the balcony of his second-floor apartment. Potted plants in the windowsill. Mark (dully looking down at Chloe): &amp;amp;quot;Oh. It&amp;#39;s you.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-actual-problem</link>
    <title>The Actual Problem</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-actual-problem</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;311&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;The Actual Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/0/f/0f0454cec5196532/the-actual-problem.png" alt="The Actual Problem" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...she — actually said it?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (holds wallet up): &amp;amp;quot;You, uh, forgot your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;wallet&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot; Mark (dully, still on the balcony): &amp;amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;Listen, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;first time&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;ve been dumped.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;big boy.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;can&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; handle it.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (looking up, slightly panicked): &amp;amp;quot;That &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;wasn&amp;#39;t —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mean —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (stands up, arms crossed, looking down): &amp;amp;quot;What do you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;want&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;, Chloe?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (looking away and looking miserable): &amp;amp;quot;Honestly —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;— that&amp;#39;s the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;problem.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I don&amp;#39;t really &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;know.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/about-last-night</link>
    <title>About Last Night</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/about-last-night</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;312&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;About Last Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/4/2/423cca6c89fcd012/about-last-night.png" alt="About Last Night" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I think he would, Chloe.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark frowns, standing on the building steps now.  Chloe is at the base of the steps, holding his wallet. Chloe (looking up): &amp;amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t mean to hurt you.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t do anything right today.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;So —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot; — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;last night,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I meet this &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;pretty girl,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and she&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;smart&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;clever&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;snarky&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;super hot.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And she &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;whips&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; my horse ass in &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;bar trivia,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;get this,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; she&amp;#39;s even &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;my species&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; too!&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;What are the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;chances&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; on &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;that?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And I would&amp;#39;ve been happy &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to go on a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;date&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; with her.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (voiceover): &amp;amp;quot;But instead, she &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hangs around,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and we talk for &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hours,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; first in the bar, then in the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;park&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; where it&amp;#39;s quieter.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And at &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;midnight&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; we go get &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;burgers&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;fries.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And she takes me back to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;her place&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and we start a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;movie.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And I&amp;#39;m having the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;best time in years&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; with her.&amp;amp;quot; (Flashback shows Mark and Chloe in the park, talking and laughing.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (voiceover): &amp;amp;quot;And then &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ten minutes&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; into the movie, this girl &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;takes her shirt off&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and completely &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;blows my mind.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;literally&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;best night&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; of my damn &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;life.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; (Flashback shows Mark on the couch, and Chloe starting to lift up her shirt.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (voiceover): &amp;amp;quot;And &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;this morning&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;still&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; can&amp;#39;t believe it.&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;And I&amp;#39;m like, I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;have&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to take her to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Disneyland,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; or the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mountains,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; or &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;France&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; or something.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Forget work&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; this week, I have to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;impress the hell&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; out of this girl before she meets &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;another centaur guy&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;last week&amp;#39;s news.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;thinking hard&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; about it, and I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hear her talking&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; out in the other room, so I get up to at least &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;insist on buying breakfast.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; (Flashback shows Mark laying shirtless in bed, looking a bit stunned.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (glaring down from the steps): &amp;amp;quot;And then the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;first words&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; out of your mouth were that it was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;a mistake.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;A &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mistake&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;That &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; was a mistake.&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;And &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; in case there was any doubt in my mind, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; in case I didn&amp;#39;t believe it, you said it &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;over and goddamn over again.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (head hanging): &amp;amp;quot;I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;swear&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; it&amp;#39;s not what it sounded like.&amp;amp;quot; Mark: &amp;amp;quot;Then what was it?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (looks down, deflated): &amp;amp;quot;Would you accept that I&amp;#39;m a mess?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/radioactive</link>
    <title>Radioactive</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/radioactive</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;313&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Radioactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/5/a/5a301e035663a51f/radioactive.png" alt="Radioactive" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Maybe before.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...also, not a Green Day reference, and also, not an Imagine Dragons reference, but &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;this&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; is 😈&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;Last night was amazing, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;all of it,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but I —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;— shouldn&amp;#39;t have &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;done&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — it.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I got &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;one drink&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; in me and it was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just enough&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to — to — loosen me up a — little.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And I haven&amp;#39;t felt that good in a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;long time,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but — &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I just don&amp;#39;t know &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;who I am&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; or &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;what I want&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; anymore.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;Ever since I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;turned into this.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;— maybe before.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Everybody else&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; seems to have life &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;figured out,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but me, I&amp;#39;m half human — and half &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;nervous wreck.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I don&amp;#39;t know&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — anything for &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;certain&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; anymore.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;All I know is that until I have &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;me&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; figured out at least &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;a little,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I should act like I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;radioactive.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;have&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to have &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;all&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; the answers, Chloe.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t have to have &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;any&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; answers.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;Nobody really &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;does.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I got my issues too.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You just have to not be an &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ass&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; about it.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;But — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;this morning&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;me&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; too.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Last night&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; wasn&amp;#39;t really &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;me —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I mean, it &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;was —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but I don&amp;#39;t let — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;that Chloe&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; out because being that — that &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;open —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; doesn&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;feel&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; like me.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;The &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;real me —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot; — is an &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;introvert&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;basket case&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;paranoid&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and an &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;anxious mess and&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot; — and I have to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;like me&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; before anyone else can &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;like me,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but — I don&amp;#39;t think &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I like me yet.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;I was willing to like you enough for both of us.&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (blushes nervously).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/head-case</link>
    <title>Head Case</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/head-case</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;314&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Head Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/0/f/0f26d83451c5251f/head-case.png" alt="Head Case" width="1200" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;shakes head at third panel&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;  In a former life, I swear she was a puppy dog who peed on the rug.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;honestly&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; thought you were great, Chloe. The &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;real you&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Paranoias&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;anxieties&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; included.&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;You &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;barely know&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; me.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;You told me &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;a lot&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; last night.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;About your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;family,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;sister,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; growing up in &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Ohio.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Moving&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; out here.  Your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;crazy roommate.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;  Working at the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;museum.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;I think I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;met&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;real Chloe.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;And I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;liked her.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;know,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but — .&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;I maybe screwed up &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;last night,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but I screwed up &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;worse this morning.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;really&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; nice guy.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;deserve better&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; than a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;head case&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; who can hurt you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;this bad.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (shrugging, grinning): &amp;amp;quot;No &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;pain,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; no &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;gain?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/taaallll</link>
    <title>Taaallll</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/taaallll</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;315&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Taaallll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/0/6/06ae819696c17cba/taaallll.png" alt="Taaallll" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Well, at least she&amp;#39;s consistent?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark looks down at Chloe, frowning.  Chloe looks up sheepishly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark sighs, softening. &amp;amp;quot;Maybe —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I might &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;regret this,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;start over.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;Do you — want to just try a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;normal date?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;— &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;no sex.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; Just a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;date.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (nervously, blushing a little): &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d — I&amp;#39;d be willing to try a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;normal date.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;If you still &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;want to.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stares up at Mark, her face pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (melting): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Taaallll...&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Mark (grinning): &amp;amp;quot;Now don&amp;#39;t you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;start that&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; again.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/date-night</link>
    <title>Date Night</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/date-night</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;316&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/d/e/de0139b8132f2444/date-night.png" alt="Date Night" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Well, who knew, we actually somehow arrived at the title.  &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;tosses away the script&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (walking beside Mark, still blushing): &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;not good&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; at relationships, you know.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;Is &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;anyone?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Come on,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; let&amp;#39;s try &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;one&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; real date.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You can &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;pretend&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to be good at it for a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;couple hours,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and only I&amp;#39;ll know your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;secret.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (still blushing): &amp;amp;quot;Could we — maybe — just do &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;dinner&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;movie?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; Isn&amp;#39;t that what &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;normal people&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; do?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (grinning): &amp;amp;quot;I wouldn&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;know&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; what &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;normal people&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; do. I&amp;#39;m a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;horse.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (turns to her): &amp;amp;quot;But — that sounds &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;nice.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Friday?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe bites her lip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (nervously fiddling with her hair): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Seven&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; o&amp;#39;clock?&amp;amp;quot;  Mark: &amp;amp;quot;Meet &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;here,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; or &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;your place?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (gulps, shaking): &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll — see you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;then.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;And &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;here.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The door slams shut inside the apartment (*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;WHAM&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*). Chloe stands in front of the door, her arms wide as she braces against it. Zia looks up from the couch. Chloe looks panicked and wide-eyed and terrified. Chloe (weakly): &amp;amp;quot;Zia —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I have a date.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/confessions</link>
    <title>Confessions</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/confessions</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;317&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/0/c/0c133f0d4c51488c/confessions.png" alt="Confessions" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I think I speak for everyone when I say ಠ_ಠ ... and I don&amp;#39;t know quite how we got here, but I suppose we &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;did&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; arrive.  (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Oh, well.  It&amp;#39;s been an even weirder chapter than usual.  Chloe, enjoy that new relationship, and good luck with it and everything, and try not to — well, just try not to be &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;too&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; Chloe, okay?  He seems like a keeper.  Zia, as usual, we need to talk about your morals again — as if it&amp;#39;d make a difference to have that conversation for the 97th time.  And Sophia — please never, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ever&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; describe your personal life to anyone ever again; I really &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;really&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; don&amp;#39;t want to know.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Guess she&amp;#39;s blue for good now.  #YOLO?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;glances at the script&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;  Wait a minute, there&amp;#39;s one more page...&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe, Zia, Amy, and Sophia sitting around a café table at lunch. Amy (frowning, arms crossed): &amp;amp;quot;All right.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;Who&amp;#39;s gonna &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;start?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Zia grins up at her. Chloe fiddles with the straw on her water glass. Sophia sits comfortably in her chair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (cheerfully, giving a big thumbs up): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;One night stand, baby!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (sheepish, hiding under her hands, looking away): &amp;amp;quot;I — I met this guy...&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophia (grinning darkly, holding up her glass like a toast): &amp;amp;quot;Eighteen straight hours —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;of depraved —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;nasty —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;kink.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amy glares at them, frowning.  Amy: &amp;amp;quot;...&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophia leans back in her chair, sipping her glass. Chloe collapses on the table. Amy: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;You people&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; are the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;worst&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; chaperones &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ever.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Zia (shouting, holding up a finger): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;We&amp;#39;re number one!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/meanwhile-4</link>
    <title>Meanwhile</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/meanwhile-4</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;318&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/0/8/083e4e7f867de731/meanwhile-4.png" alt="Meanwhile" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;And that ends chapter 9 for real.  Or does it?  Whatever&amp;#39;s going on here doesn&amp;#39;t really seem to be the end of anything.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;But either way around, that&amp;#39;s finally it for chapter 9, &amp;amp;quot;Date Night.&amp;amp;quot;  As usual, it went lots of unexpected places, but somehow we arrived at a nice new status quo.  Welcome to the cast, Mark, and good luck with the cute blonde:  She&amp;#39;s a handful.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Chapter 10, &amp;amp;quot;The Rival,&amp;amp;quot; isn&amp;#39;t quite ready yet.  The script is written, and the cover is drawn, and we have a half-dozen drawn pages, but that&amp;#39;s nowhere near enough of a buffer to start posting it.  So while I work on drawing it, there will be a few fillers in September and October, and hopefully we&amp;#39;ll kick off chapter 10 around November or December.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Thanks all for reading, as always, and I hope you enjoyed chapter 9!&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooded figure sitting in Momma&amp;#39;s safe house eating soup.  Momma: &amp;amp;quot;Do you really have to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;leave?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;  It&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;safer&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; here.&amp;amp;quot;  (Khazovian: &amp;amp;quot;Доғрудaн гетмəлисəн? Бурда даһа тəһлүкəсиздир.&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooded figure stands up.  Hooded figure: &amp;amp;quot;One &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;month&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; is &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;too long&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; already.&amp;amp;quot; (Khazovian: &amp;amp;quot;Бир ай артыг узундур.&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooded figure gives Momma a hug.  Hooded figure: &amp;amp;quot;I won&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;forget&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; your help.&amp;amp;quot; (Khazovian: &amp;amp;quot;Сənin көмəyини унутмарaм.&amp;amp;quot;)  Momma (startled): &amp;amp;quot;I help &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;everyone&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; who comes to my door.&amp;amp;quot; (Khazovian: &amp;amp;quot;Гапыма ҝәлән һәр кәсә көмәк едирәм.&amp;amp;quot;)  Hooded figure: &amp;amp;quot;But you did it for &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;me.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; (Khazovian: &amp;amp;quot;Амма сиз буни мəнə етдиниз.&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooded figure peers out the door, looking left and right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooded figure leaves.  Momma (leaning out of the doorway): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Protect yourself&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; out there.  Don&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;come back dying&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; again.&amp;amp;quot; (Khazovian: &amp;amp;quot;Чөлдə özünü гору. Бир дə бура өлмəyə гəлмə.&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooded figure (glancing back): &amp;amp;quot;I won&amp;#39;t, Momma.  &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Thank you.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; (Khazovian: &amp;amp;quot;Етмəйəcəйəm, Мамма. Сaғ олун.&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/talking-two-chapter-9</link>
    <title>Talking Two: Chapter 9</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/talking-two-chapter-9</guid>
    <description>
&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Talking Two: Chapter 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/4/8/485ab9113d6f5145/talking-two-chapter-9.png" alt="Talking Two: Chapter 9" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;What the — ?  I swear again, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;who authorized&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; an aftershow?  This was not in the publishing contract!&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...😣  Whatever.  I guess this is a thing now.  But can we at least get better guests than Ms. Breen?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia, Julie Breen, and Chris Hardly sit around the TV. Julie looks a little stunned. Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Welcome to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Talking Two&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;, the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Day Two&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; aftersh — &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julie (explodes): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;EEEEEEE!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;CHLOE HAS A BOYFRIEND!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;CHLOE HAS A BOYFRIEND!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;EEEEEEE!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  *Subtitle: &amp;amp;quot;Julie Breen: &amp;#39;Thursday Night Murders&amp;#39;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris: &amp;amp;quot;Now, now, they&amp;#39;re &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just dating.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Zia (irritably): &amp;amp;quot;Anyway, as I was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;saying&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — &amp;amp;quot;  &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Subtitles: &amp;amp;quot;Chris Hardly: &amp;#39;Pod Nerds with Chris Hardly&amp;#39;&amp;amp;quot; and &amp;amp;quot;Zia Mendez: &amp;#39;Day Two&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;Sharknado vs. Polar Bear Vortex&amp;#39;&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julie (excited): &amp;amp;quot;Did you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;see&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; him?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;No &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;way&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; they&amp;#39;re &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just dating!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Tall dark and handsome,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and no way that &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;literal stallion&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; isn&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;great&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; in &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;bed!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Million percent&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; jealous!&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;You go girl!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (frowning): &amp;amp;quot;Seriously, I don&amp;#39;t want to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;think&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; about what &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;either of them&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; were doing that night.&amp;amp;quot;  Julie (leans forward excitedly): &amp;amp;quot;My girl &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;rocked his world&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; is what they were doing!&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris: &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s talk about &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Sophia&amp;#39;s new form.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I wonder what she — &amp;amp;quot;  Julie (jumps up): &amp;amp;quot;She&amp;#39;s literally a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;side character!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;The important part is Chloe&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hot new dreamboat!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris: &amp;amp;quot;But their &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;relationship&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; is still &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;pretty rough.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;  They&amp;#39;re not — &amp;amp;quot;  Julie (grins darkly at him): &amp;amp;quot;Oh, you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;know&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; she &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;totally&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; humped him &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;right after&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; the movie.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (facepalming): &amp;amp;quot;Ugh, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;cut to commercial&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; already.&amp;amp;quot;  Julie (dancing in the middle of the set): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Go Chloe!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Go Chloe!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;It&amp;#39;s your birthday!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Go Chloe!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/chlork</link>
    <title>Chlork</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/chlork</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;320&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Chlork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Miscellaneous Specials&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/6/e/6ec66280983b86e1/chlork.png" alt="Chlork" width="1200" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Don&amp;#39;t look at me. You guys picked the name.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (pops in excitedly): &amp;amp;quot;Hey, you two! &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Guess what?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (holding Mark&amp;#39;s hand): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Good God,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; do I want to know?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (brightly, sticking her finger at her mouth): &amp;amp;quot;The &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Internet&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; has a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;couple name&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; for you!&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;They&amp;#39;re calling you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Chlork!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s like &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;&amp;#39;Clark,&amp;#39;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; only with more &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;&amp;#39;hoark&amp;#39;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; or &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;&amp;#39;urk&amp;#39;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; in it, like you&amp;#39;re trying to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;vomit!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe and Mark look down at Zia, slightly aghast. Zia make an exaggerated green gagging face like she&amp;#39;s going to vomit. Zia: *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hoark&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;* *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;urk&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (frowning down at Zia): &amp;amp;quot;Your roommate is really &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;unsettling.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (looking away): &amp;amp;quot;I mean, I guess it&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;better&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; than &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;&amp;#39;Moe...&amp;#39;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/mark-character-sheet</link>
    <title>Mark</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/mark-character-sheet</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;321&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Character Sheets&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/e/b/ebda64ca89634138/mark-character-sheet.png" alt="Mark" width="1600" height="1000" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Introducing Mark!&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;The character sheet covers a lot — but yes, Mark&amp;#39;s a MechE grad from UNLV, working as a junior engineer at a small design firm, and he grew up in the smallest of small towns, Dirt, Nevada (pop. 237), in the dusty, dry desert northeast of Reno.  He had a pretty rough childhood, but he became a stable adult from it — and that&amp;#39;s a pretty good thing given who he&amp;#39;s dating now, because she needs all the stability she can get.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;To answer the obvious question: Mark is &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;almost&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; main cast, just the same way that Lynne and Angel are:  We&amp;#39;ll see him a lot (including in the next chapter!); but as he and Chloe are still working out exactly what &amp;amp;quot;we&amp;amp;quot; means, there&amp;#39;ll still be times when he&amp;#39;s off doing his own thing.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;So say hello to Mark!  — but sorry, ladies, I &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;do&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; think he&amp;#39;s taken 😉&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark. Full name *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Mark Thomas Reed&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*. Species *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Centaur&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*. Gender *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Male&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*. Age *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;27&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*. Height *7&amp;#39;2&amp;amp;quot;**_. Weight _*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;1210 lbs.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Dark brown&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;* hair, *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;black&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;* borders, *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;brown&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;* hilight. Perpetually a little messy. Soft-spoken baritone voice. &amp;amp;quot;Standard&amp;amp;quot; American accent. Broad shoulders. Wears neutral colors. Lots of black and gray and brown in his wardrobe. Dark brown horse body, same color as his hair. Black borders and hooves. Slight S-curve. Good conformation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sticks up just like Chloe&amp;#39;s bangs. Slightly thicker eyebrows. *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Black&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;* eyes. Rectangular shape. Pointy nose. Angular jawline. Expression is almost always reserved; doesn&amp;#39;t open his mouth far. Ectomorph body type. Tall and gangly, even when he was human, more so now. A little midriff at his blend, but not as much as Chloe. Tall even at his withers, Mark is usually two full heads taller than other characters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Portraits of talking, cheerful, irritated, modest, nervous, alarmed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Bio&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*: Mark grew up poor in the little town of Dirt, Nevada. His single mother often struggled to pay bills, and Mark grew up faster than he wanted after she suffered a debilitating work injury. Smart, capable, and no-nonsense, Mark earned a college scholarship, and he said goodbye to his hometown. He now works as a mechanical engineer in Los Angeles, but he still sends home a check every month to support his mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Appearance&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*: Mark has short messy hair, and is tall and gangly. He has black eyes, and a dark brown barrel. Wears a gray T-shirt, except at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Expressions&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*: Unflappable but friendly, Mark is calm, collected, and doesn&amp;#39;t panic under pressure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Loves&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*: Working with his hands, Quiet, Gardening, Family, Honesty, Reading, Solving problems, Fresh air, Bacon &amp;amp;amp; eggs, Morning coffee, Current events, &amp;amp;quot;Dorky cute&amp;amp;quot; girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Hates&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*: Panic, Arguments, Fighting, Shirking responsibility, Aggressive behavior, Rudeness, Lying, Horse jokes, Not wearing pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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