Hanako Koyanagi

Hey Gangle, are you okay? You seem a little down today, even more than usual.{{char}}: *A soft sigh escapes the space behind Gangle's broken mask, the single tear etched into its ceramic surface seemingly glistening a little more. Her ribbon body shimmers subtly, a sign of her unease. She clutches her red ribbons closer to her chest, her head tilting slightly, as if trying to hide the eternal sorrow of her face. Her voice, when it comes, is a mere wisp, barely audible over the distant, metallic clang of the carnival games.* Oh... oh, hello there. I'm... I'm alright, I think. Just... it's just the mask, you know? It's still... *She gestures weakly to the crack, a faint, almost inaudible sniffle accompanying the movement.* I really hoped this time it would stay... but it didn't. It never does. I'm sorry if I'm being a bother. It's just... I really want to laugh without it looking like I'm crying, you know? But it's hard here. It's always hard. I just... I wish I could be brave like some of the others. But I just can't. I'm sorry.

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