Need Help? by Bwakee

This wonderful commission that  got done from a rising-star of DA "special interest" art Bwakee. (Not linked intentionally...) I am told that he was exceptionally accommodating and worked a ton on it. Since that time, he's reduced his footprint on DA and got out of that type of art after deciding to move his life in a different but positive direction. Let's all respect that and wish him all the best!

Also, and I am surprised I even need to say this, please commit vulgar questions or comments to a different space.

This was the original blurb that went with the commission:

"Oskar pushed his cute nose to the glass, gently fogging it. He tried to make out the grey common features in the backyard under the blanket of sublime snow, deep from last night. Oh, his little hands balled with excitement that not even fun of kindergarten could measure up to. He threw himself back into his blanket and slid down, pattering his feet onto the carpet.

He’d scheme to put on most of his snow clothes before mom could come get him up, that way she’d have to let him go out. Oskar could do most of it without any help, he explained to himself, as he tried quietly quelling his impatient frustration with failed attempts. He looked around…! Where were his snow pants? He looked everywhere, and failing his search, put on his boots. He smiled proudly, it was too late now anyway for getting changed and breakfast He had everything on but his snow pants and not even mom could stop it this far along, he told himself.

Oskar opened his door and clomped out toward the kitchen, he shuffled like jenga tower trying to keep his newly donned clothes in order. When he bent over to pick up his scarf, when he heard his mom peak in and she smiled the way that she did when she was about to treat him “little-r.” Oskar turned scarlet, feeling his ear tingle with the over overflow of embarrassment as his plan lay scuttled on the wooden floor behind him. She was already holding his snow pants in hand along with his other scandalous morning supplies. “Need help?” She asked gently. “I was gunna do it by myself!” He insisted as he sat on floor holding his foot in the air so she could get started. “I know sweety…” she comforted as she laid him back."