"...No."
Pouf's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at the sniffle that he got as a reply.
"...Absolutely not, Pitou. Just...No." He looked over to the side, suddenly incredibly interested in a hanging plant. Why, those were lovely, lovely flowers. He might have to ask the King's permission to cultivate some personally.
As a matter of fact, an arrangement for his violin was beginning to write itself in his head after a jolt of inspiration from the flowers - Long petals that folded repeatedly near the ends; each starting out a marigold, before gaining several indigo speckles down its length. These speckles grew in size towards the ends, finally with royal indigo engulfing the entire tip. Truly, truly lovely -
Another. Damned. Sniffle.
Pitou looked up at Pouf sadly - "Come ooon, Pooouf...Eeeugh...You never do anything fun with me...Pleeease?" His ears were lain down sadly. They were currently in one of Pitou's secret hideouts - This one with a large, soft couch decorated with patchwork quilts, a thickly carpeted floor, and countless small...Objects strewn about haphazardly. Really, Pouf never could ascertain the methods that Pitou used to convert so many rooms; East Goruto had been occupied for just a short, short time thus far...
Sighing, Pouf gave the catboy his sternest gaze. "Look. This request is entirely impossible for...For...For me to..." He fell silent, realizing his mistake of looking back at Pitou. The little feline fiend was giving Pouf what had to be - Had to be - The most defeated, pitiful look to ever mar Pitou's boyish features. Pouf simply looked into the sad eyes...Before finally, he saw something that shattered his resolve utterly.
Big, glimmering tears were beginning to pool in the corners of Pitou's normally jubilant orbs.
"...Very well." Giving a heavier sigh, carrying the weight of being utterly crushed by a greater power, Pouf knelt down on the floor with Pitou. Trying to ignore the...Pleasant feeling he got at Pitou's smile, he looked down at the floor between them disdainfully. Snatching up many objects from the floor, Pitou started chattering.
"Guess what, everybody~? Pouf-nii's gonna play dollies with us~! Isn't that right, Pouf-nii~? Why don't you say hello~?"
"...Yes...Hello, there...Little...Dollies..." Pouf's fingers began digging viciously into his own knees.
Pitou's smile widened - "Okay, Pouf, we're playing house! You get to be the Mommy..."
Deep down inside, part of Pouf died right then.
"...Okay..."