Bo Kitty Day 7 (It's Just My Routine)

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Bo Noise staring at the viewer with gaping eyes, every other facial feature being obscured by darkness or the iPad they are holding up to their face. They are wrapped in a green, crocheted blanket while sitting in Xavier's living room. The iPad illuminates a bit of their face. Bo Noise is digitally painted in this piece.

Character List:

Bo Noise (Super Bo Noise/Pizza Tower shitpost character).

Memory:

I spent many of my hours on my mother's iPad, and before that it was a phone. And today I look at phone for hours, as I have done for several years. I, like many others, consider the internet as a part of my routine, my third arm, the context that informs (and haunts) a part of my being. A few uncomfortable experiences with my parents catching me mindlessly watching something inappropriate for my age catalyzed years of lies and distance. Everytime they passed behind me, I held that iPad close to me so they couldn't see, even when it was innocuous. My problems with my parents aren't exlucsive to that, but even today I close my laptop whenever my mother comes into the room so she doesn't sneak a glimpse of my Space Goofs desktop background. What else is the internet but a dirty secret?