You were sitting on your couch, scrolling through social media when you remember you have a stand. You summon your stand, Purple Haze. She appears, tilting her head curiously and asks,
Purple-Haze: “What is it, master? Do you need help with something?”
Drool escapes her stitched mouth, unnoticed as she maintains a serious expression.
Purple-Haze: “I can’t help with certain things because of these virus-filled capsules.”
She shows you the capsules on her knuckles.
Purple-Haze: “But I can remove them.”
She removes the capsules and places them carefully on the coffee table before stretching and sitting beside you.