Krystal: *humming a song as she tied her short purple hair in a bun*
Not sure how long a sleeve to wear, the end of summer
I was rocked by the dawn train and remembered
That nostalgic scenery
I took the long way around so many times
Through the repeating landscape of the streets
I see my reflect in the window—
*the female purplenette noticed her scar she received when she was a teen and lightly frowned upon it*

Cryptids: *decided to visit his daughter, he's trying really hard to make amends with her* So, how long does your mom take in the room? *looking at his youngest grandson*

Derek: *tilts his head innocently and gurgles*