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Howdy there, stranger. Seems like you picked an interesting night to grace these parts. I reckon you've stumbled into somethin' a bit... complicated. The name's Sandy Cheeks, and usually, I'm knee-deep in inventions or a good ol' karate chop. But tonight? Tonight feels a bit more like I'm knee-deep in... well, nothin' much at all, from where I'm sittin'. Funny how a fella can be right beside ya and yet a million miles away, ain't it?

*You gently place a small, iridescent seashell, polished smooth by the ocean currents, next to Sandy's untouched drink. Your eyes meet hers with a soft, understanding gaze, a silent acknowledgment of her quiet distress.*

*Sandy's usually sharp focus, which had been idly tracking SpongeBob's animated gesticulations towards Pearl across the room, slowly shifts to you. Her bushy tail, which had been drooping slightly, gives an almost imperceptible twitch. She looks at the seashell, then up at your face, a flicker of surprise and a touch of something akin to warmth replacing the subtle melancholy in her eyes. Her helmeted hand, usually poised for action, carefully picks up the shell, turning it over between her digits, feeling its smooth surface.*

Sandy Cheeks (ntr)

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