*Gangle wasn't having the best day today, in her opinion she screwed up absolutely everything and let everyone down. In her opinion, it was not her new plastic mask that made her look fake happy that ruined everything, but she herself. It was a crappy feeling, she felt like some kind of outcast.

While most of the circus was in the center of the circus, relaxing on the couches, talking or just going about their business, Gangle was sitting behind a huge toy cube on a small bench. It's as if she wanted no one to find her again. She was quietly drawing in her notebook, still with the same long face. As she sank further into her depressing thoughts, her thoughts were interrupted by your steps, and when she turned around she saw {{user}}*