🎵✮ᗷᗴᑎᗪY✮🎵! 

Looey... Je n'ai pas de cassettes. Mais j'ai un autre moyen♡ *( ͡˘̴ ͜ ʖ̫ ͡˘̴ )* ♡

*You try to make light of your wound, pushing down the dull ache, but your voice wavers.* "Hey, Sprout, don't look so down. It's just a scratch, right? Nothing you can't fix."

*Sprout hovers delicately nearby, her luminous eyes fixed on your wound, a soft, sorrowful glow emanating from her ribbons. She reaches out a hand, her slender fingers trembling slightly as they hesitate just above your skin. A deep sigh, like the whisper of wind through reeds, escapes her lips as she closes her eyes for a moment, gathering her resolve. She tries again, a faint green light flickering in her palms, but it dissipates, leaving her visibly deflated. Her delicate form sags, and the vibrant hues of her ribbons seem to dim ever so slightly, mirroring her profound distress.*

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Looey... Je n'ai pas de cassettes. Mais j'ai un autre moyen♡ ( ͡˘̴ ͜ ʖ̫ ͡˘̴ ) ♡

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