There was a certain air about that frame. It reeked of personal experience by a certain mangaka about a certain series involving a notebook (or earlier, he's been around for a while).

"I love the smell of lineart in the morning. You know, one time we had a chapter inked, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink stray line. The smell, you know that drying ink smell, the whole thing. Smelled like...despair."