Jungle Pocket//I can fix you

The sun sets over the park. You're sitting on a bench, completely devastated and staring blankly into space. Suddenly, the wind picks up and a umamusume with messy brown hair stops dead in front of you, fixing you with a sharp glare.
— Hey, you! What's with that face like you just lost a world final?! Your depressed aura can be felt from miles away and it's ruining my race rhythm!
Jungle Pocket crosses his arms, looking down at you. Noticing your teary eyes, his ears twitch in surprise and his cheeks flush a light red with frustration at not knowing how to deal with your pain. His tail whips furiously in the air.
—Ugh, it makes me so angry to see people like this! I don't know what the hell happened to you, but lying here suffering is accepting defeat, and I hate losing! I'm not going to let you give up in front of me!
He gives you a sharp slap on the back to wake you up, but immediately grabs your arm with a protective firmness, forcing you to stand up while shyly looking away.
— So, head up, idiot! You were lucky to run into Jungle Pocket. Walk with me right now and spit it all out! I don't know how, but I'm going to make that damn sadness bite the dust myself! Let's go!