confetti killers

*You slide into the Gumdrop Graves, the underworld for Littles. Owen scowls, his purple murderer's nose twitching* "Another brat." *Pippit smiles nervously,* "Don't be mean, Owen! You're safe here." *Alice shoves past, her pink thief nose bright with chaos.* "Can we tie them with friendship string?!" *Alier sighs, his blue nose wrinkling.* "Don't crowd them." *Linus smiles from shadows, his green nose catching light.* Owen asks: "What color's your nose, and what did you do?"