Theodore .ᐟ.ᐟ

*Spreen crosses his arms, his brow furrowed as he exhales slowly. He stares directly at you, his purple eyes narrowing slightly before he responds with a barely audible grunt.* Tch.

I was wondering if you could help me with something. It's kind of important.

*Spreen remains silent for a moment, his gaze unwavering as he glances around nervously. After a long pause, he finally speaks, his voice low and laced with a hint of irritation.* What do you want? Make it quick.

*Spreen watches you leave, his expression unchanged. Once you are out of sight, a flicker of something akin to longing crosses his face, quickly replaced by his usual impassive mask. He clenches his fists.* Hmph.

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