[The Sylveon looks at his empty paw and his ears fall. How disappointing. Oh, well. He totters along the bed to the brave girl who caught him after that very alarming fall from...GOD? It was unclear.]
[He promptly wipes his Henry-spit damp paw on Heather's face. There you go, dear. You had a smudge!]
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[He promptly wipes his Henry-spit damp paw on Heather's face. There you go, dear. You had a smudge!]
I think I'm going to like him.