Whipette: "Alright then." She waited outside, taking out a few colorful balls and juggling while she did. She hated to leave people while they were down.
Whipette: She looked over, smiling even while she absentmindedly juggled, having added a nearby chair, vase, and a few pencils. "Well that's good to hear."
Whipette: She followed him, her expression lost behind her mask. "Ick, is that how that goes? Sounds terrible."
((Yeah he doesn't look the best when this happens.))
Poor boo!
((He's fine~))