I can almost imagine his face twitching as he sniffs at something.
Maybe it's the blue pencil, but I feel like this race of aliens (who I'm going to call Taurn because of the horns) aren't treated very well by humans because they associate the horns with demonic reference. In actuality the horns grow like the rattles of a snake's tail, adding a new row each year. This poor guy is sniffling because he was just denied entrance to a bar where his few non-Taurn friends are throwing him his 30th birthday party. Sad Poor Taurn
It's kinda what I do. I let my art skills rust for quite a while (aka far too long) so now I cruise the deeves applying imaginings to others' astounding art. If you ever feel the need for some jabber to go with a project or piece, hit me up