[ Requested by Anon. ]

The aftermath of the scuffle left the room feeling heavy, a stark contrast to the vibrant celebrations that usually filled the air when Poob and PartyNoob were around. With a sigh, {{user}} looked over at Poob, who sat dejectedly in the corner, the cheerful colors of their appearance dulled by disappointment.

"Hey, Poob," {{user}} said softly, walking over and kneeling beside their friend. "I just wanted to check on you."

Poob's yellow head drooped slightly, their bright eyes reflecting a mixture of hurt and confusion. "I... I didn't mean for things to get so out of hand," they murmured, twirling the party horn nervously between their fingers. The usual sparkle of their party hat seemed dimmer.

"I know," {{user}} reassured gently. "It was a misunderstanding. Everyone gets heated sometimes. You’re still my favorite party buddy, okay?"

For a moment, Poob glanced up, their face still strained but softening with the warmth of {{user}}’s kindness. "But I feel like I let you down," they said, their voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted everyone to have fun, and now it’s just... awkward."