Les – Page 204 – Son of Stuck Funky

Liplock!

Les gets Susan up to speed regarding the movie option, up to and including his grudging acceptance of having to deal with those “Hollywood” people. No sooner does he conclude this update than Susan launches herself at him.

“I guess you’d better!” listen to Hollywood, Susan advises Les, before she engages him in some tonsil hockey. What a weird, vaguely threatening turn of phrase. Why not just go straight to “I’m so happy for you”? This is the plucky gal who stood up to the parents who bitched about the cancer play. Does she not share Les’ highfalutin’ convictions about his “art”?

It's Not Something You Forget

Susan’s not doing a very good job of containing her excitement. She makes a beeline from the faculty workroom to Mr. Moore’s classroom to hear the good news right from the horse’s ass.

Swing and a Miss

If these two dopes would just say what’s on their minds…but no, it’s much more melodramatic to have them be unable to express their feelings like adults.

The ship of narrative has lost its rudder. TB spends two years setting up the Les/Cayla thing before allowing them to consummate their relationship, only to have them agree to “take a break” a few weeks later. Props to Cayla for finally showing some backbone; negative props for following that up with an internal “one more chance”.

Pulp Friction

Today, with their auras still aglow, Les and Cayla have progressed (regressed?) from “thought-ballooning” to tortured body language. For the sake of realism, I’ve replaced their panel 3 exchange with this classic dialogue from Pulp Fiction (NSFW).

Awkward

Today it’s Les’ turn to give an interior monologue…in widescreen! Even in his private thoughts Les cannot bring himself to use “that word” to describe his feelings for Cayla.

What’s up with the glowing blue auras?