#thepurplehairedpainter

Odd was hanging out in the Candy Cane Tree forest, as usual, when he spotted an unfamiliar figure, wandering around. "Hi! Over there! You lost?" he called out.

She was examining the colors. Tiana wasn't sure what kind of them would be good enough for such enormous building. She was hesitating about light green and liked light-orange or even yellow. She wished someone could give her good advice.

I'm afraid there is a very large possibility that I will not be online until this weekend. Circus life is hectic, and sometimes we have no Internet. I may be on sporadically with my phone, but I will not be able to answer asks privately or answer fanmail. If you would still like to speak to me, it will have to be publicly, so make a post and tag me in it (I track therealnightcrawler) or send me an ask and let me know you would be okay with it being answered publicly. I'll miss you all during my absence. Love, Kurt

Taking his duffle bag he climbed out of the manhle and went east. Maybe he could plan Cindy's blue prints just by studying her moves and body design.

"Django." The little bat squeaked after the skeleton. "Of the Dead." Another series of squeaks from the bat. She seamed to be mimicking her owner.

Django stared up at the giant robot. "Who are you?" he asked in return, narrowing his eyes. The little bat on his shoulder crossed its wings, glaring at the robot in the same (cartoony) matter that Django was.

If I owe anyone else a reply, please let me know so I can (hopefully) be more organized now))