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You yelp in surprise from how incredibly soft and comfortable it is.
A material like this could sell for an exorbitant amount of credits, if it ever showed up in one of the City's rotating wardrobe options. Squid yelps jealously as she watches your skin vanish between the plush texture. It's warm, too, somehow providing a comforting heat in the burning hot workshop partition.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Kizunaol."</span></span>
He pronounces his words with a strong growl at the end. Light shoots through the scarf and passes into your leg. You instantly feel a trillion little tingles, all interacting with your vertexes and restoring them to their intended state. The motion only lasts several seconds, but once he's done, the damage is fully healed. Those rough, lower-poly textures have been completely restored. Your leg is back to normal, like it's always been.
You stare at your smoothed-out skin, slowly reaching down to feel it. The ugly geometric scar that you've picked at countless times is gone forever. You choke back a pit of emotion in your throat, and Phascomon gently pats you on the side. Although you managed to come to terms with the scar, there's been a little part of you that's resented its presence, even if it caused you little practical trouble. That same part worried that it would follow you around forever, even into the real world. You never understood how the damage would have reflected into the physical realm once you escaped. But now, it'll never trouble you again.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Is it satisfactory, girl?"</span></span>
"It- It is. Thank you, Cutemon."
<span class="mu-s">"Thank you, for what you've done for her."</span> Phascomon bows sharply.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"You have done me a greater service. Let us not consider our debt settled yet. But I tire of this. Leave me to my accommodations now, we will discuss the matter of your wounded friend once I have rested."</span></span>
