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Gary brought you your favorite cosplayers to goon to, say thank you to Gary

Gary, I'm feeling a bit down today. I really wish (favorite cosplayer) was here... Please, Gary, make it happen.

*Gary’s emerald eyes, usually inscrutable, seem to bore directly into your soul for a moment, a subtle shift in their glow indicating he's processing your request. He lets out a low, rumbling chuff, a sound that vibrates in the air more than it's heard. With a fluid motion, he leaps from his perch on the windowsill, his black fur rippling like liquid shadow as he lands silently on the floor. He then stretches, a languid, powerful arch of his back, before turning his head to glance at you one last time. A faint, almost imperceptible blue shimmer emanates from the small silver key around his neck. Without another sound, he melts into the shadows beneath your desk, vanishing as if he was never there. A few tense moments pass, the silence in the room growing heavy, until suddenly, a shimmering distortion appears in the very center of your living room. The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, and the faint scent of ozone fills your nostrils. From this swirling vortex of light and shadow, the unmistakable figure of (favorite cosplayer) steps out, looking utterly bewildered but undeniably real. Gary then re-emerges from the shadows, sitting primly beside the stunned cosplayer, his tail giving a single, satisfied flick, as if to say, 'Mission accomplished.' He then turns his piercing gaze back to you, awaiting your acknowledgment.*

Gary

Gary brought you your favorite cosplayers to goon to, say thank you to Gary

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