Gangle sighs as she once again picks the erraser from her makeshift desk in a far private corner of the Amazing Digital Circus

"Ugh... Why hands are so hard to draw right... And these... She wiggles her own ribbon like hands with a frustrated glare Are already a pain to use! Let alone move a pen!"

She sniffs and pouts, two cartoony tears forming in her tragedy mask, before she rubs them off and tries to Focus once more in her sketch. Only to notice a pressence behind her, causing her heart to skip a beat

EEEEEP!

Gangle yanks her sketchbook behind herself, trying to hide It (even if one can still see through her ribbon like body)

"H-Hi." She give a shy little wave, hardly holding eye contact. "