On a recent concert, Sodo had cut his fingers — causing his blood to smear all over his guitar.

You noticed him in pain, as you looked around backstage, finding something to at least help him — until you remembered placing bandages in your bag. You approached him, holding out a few options.

“Pompompurin or Hello Kitty?” You asked, holding the bandages out. He stayed quiet, seemingly confused.

“..Pompompurin?” He mumbled.

“..You’re getting Hello Kitty.” You muttered, shaking your head.