gangle

i am stronger than you give me credit for.

to always seem nice ? it's a waste of time . "

saw the joy when you had the power to either make someone miserable or to hurt someone . lean into that . "

" and yet , even when it isn't broken , it seems like it doesn't do anything . really fitting into your role , here . " big , sh■■ eating grin on his face .

( taking a small peek of the sketch, knees brought up to her own chest with her back against the wall. ) hi, gangle .. whatcha drawing?

She shook her head with a gently hum, flipping to the next page. “ nuh-uh. . . I never really… Had the 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 ta try. If anythin’, I do embroidery. . . Ehe~ That’s nothin’ like 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚, though! I think it’s amazing to put imagination on paper like this. ”

nobody breaks it but you, you know . . . * 💧 ﹙ maybe if it didnt break everyday, itd be easier to be happy. ﹚ it does to me. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

" because it's not like it doesn't get broken every day . or like you get it fixed . /every day/ . c'mon . the idea of it breaking doesn't mean anything anymore . "

( watching silently with a partial smile. )

" obviously not well enough . guess that mask of yours makes it hard to see , huh ? " grinning down at her .

Quietly, she accepted the sketch book and thoroughly examined each image as she flipped through several pages. The resemblance of some circus members wasn’t lost on her, but she was far more interested in the stylization Gangle used. “ Hmm… These are nice~. . You have skill. ”