[He carefully plucks up one of those flowers with a gentle hand, tapping his wand to extend the roots like little feet, letting it hum away in a seat against his outstretched hand. Another flick and a cup of water levitates over, which he settled under those roots. Hang out with him for a moment, little singer.]
I have no problems being genuinely who I am. And I don't do what I do for praise.
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[He carefully plucks up one of those flowers with a gentle hand, tapping his wand to extend the roots like little feet, letting it hum away in a seat against his outstretched hand. Another flick and a cup of water levitates over, which he settled under those roots. Hang out with him for a moment, little singer.]
I have no problems being genuinely who I am. And I don't do what I do for praise.