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Chitter-Box-Kat

Published: Jun 16, 2011

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Moar kitty!Mantis and a costume design. Also, I have put the psychic in a bag of a dress. I don't know why. ... I think I have a new favorite color.

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EA-Stull

Jun 16, 2011

_{Mantis, honey, purple is totally your color because you look FAAAAABULOUUUUSSSS~~}

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