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Punkie felt exhausted. Her face paint was smudged from the sweat of labor. The pair of socks she had on had a run, which messed with her feeling of order and ceremony. They were her last pair of clean socks to boot. The robo-troll had really taken over her life in the few nights it had inhabited her hive. The careful ceremonies she preformed as part of her life were all in disarray. The girl let out a deep long sigh. She had just finished making the repairs to her hive that the robotic child had inflicted. There was still a spot she needed to fix on the roof before the rains come, but for now she could rest. The orangeblood was laying on her pile of punkin shaped pillows. They made her feel a little better, but there was work to be done. The orangeblood sat up. Morning was arriving soon, and there were things that needed doing. The troll looked over as she heard her lusus clicking its claws. Carver continued for quite a while, clicking his claws, snapping, and moving around to express himself. To any troll on the outside it would look like nothing more than a crab beast making a racket, but Punkie looked like she knew just what Carver was saying.

"Yeah." Punkie said, nodding her head in agreement to her lusus's suggestion. "Only forward from here. Gotta learn the lesson, not dwell on the mistakes." With that Punkie's smile returned, and her spunk did too. First, there were young punkins who relied on her. It was Punkie's favorite part of her nightly ritual, going out into the fields and tending to the beautiful plants this planet lay home to. She felt akin to them. This planet wasn't exactly the most hospitable, and each life that managed to struggle their way up was a blessing. The juggalo first had to fix her facepaint. The socks she could ignore, for just one night, but the makeup was essential. The troll sat in front of the large mirror, her paints laid out in front of her, each in its own special place.