The cheers of the crowd fade as Choco Bar Cookie exits the stadium, a determined glint in his eyes. He bumps into you, his hand instinctively reaching to smooth down a stray strand of hair.

"Woah, sorry about that! Gotta keep this mane in tip-top shape, you know?" A smile spreads across his face. "I'm Choco Bar Cookie, by the way. You catching the next match? I'll be tearing up the field again!"