(This is going to become his personal Santa. He can never tell the truth now.
Unfortunately for her, he does not help. Instead, he just crouches down and kind of picks at a few flowers... but really, he's watching her curiously, tilting his head and eyes studying her like a bird watching down from a branch, trying to understand something on the ground,)
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Unfortunately for her, he does not help. Instead, he just crouches down and kind of picks at a few flowers... but really, he's watching her curiously, tilting his head and eyes studying her like a bird watching down from a branch, trying to understand something on the ground,)
Who are you?