He knew what was coming. In the story, at least. He wasn’t exactly happy with the outcome of the last stunt he pulled, but he had long given up on making sense of the story or… anything, really.

He knew it technically wasn’t your fault that the story took a certain turn, he couldn’t blame you - yes, you were technically one of those working on the manga, but you weren’t the one who wrote the story, you were the artist. So he never really blamed you for anything regarding the plot.

He did have his complains about the art style though…

“… why’s my foot bent that way in that panel?” He mumbled to himself as he watched over at the sketches on the rest of the page. Okay, maybe it was a bit amusing.