Another idea via Shadow Snivy. So, um, thank you for that x3
*Pippy is a vivosaur that Dino owns. A seismo. Very emotional at that. XD Also, his accent is British. Because that's important to know.

Rosie

Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhyyyyyyyy! Pippy, pleaaaaase heeelp meeeeeeee! Make me better than Duna!

The two souls in tandem cry with each other over a tiny tea table, each of their hands—or in one case paws—crossed over its tiny, brown surface wrinkled in age and a casual tablecloth. They sit not in stools but on their legs, each of them burst into tears.

The one on the left's face springs of even more pink than usual. Her eyes, torn with tears, stir bits of clear fluid like ink to cast across her cheeks and into the tablecloth below. Instead of her usual twin tails of hair forked into hair bands, she's left it loose: angry, uncontrollable, bubblegum pink curls explode past her shoulders in tyrannical discord, just the emotion she's feeling right now.

The second, to the right, is a shortened version of a vivosaur—one who shrunk himself to fit in the room as his body mass, like all vivosaurs, is not a complete total. And vivosaurs over one hundred feet long tend to abuse this method as needed. His crumbly-brown hot cocoa colored body curls up around itself, his nubby paws like galoshes against the unforgivable table. His eyes, bright amethyst, spill over in their own sort of tears, his underbelly shining a similar sort of gem. The sauropod—seismo—raises his head toward the girl, and, in response, struggles not to scream.

Rosie, I promise, my dear lassie, we will certainly make my poor boy realize just how severely he is falling in love with you! B-But without taking Duna out of the running please because I love her dearly. Um! We will do all that we can to show him his love! Without harming Duna! Anything that you ask for—er, almost—I will help you in the trying to do as we must! Ohhh, Dino! My poor boy! Must you... oh, must you fondle and kiss this beautiful, so heavenly girl!

A sigh; she will get what she wants and pretend that she'll beat Duna.

She blushes from the extent of the praise until throwing her squealing self again into the table, elbows landing with a profound tooomph. She whispers, Pippy, please, give me your wisdom and tell me your ways! What can I do to make him love me! What must I say! How must I act!

And he smiles in return, flourishing his honest, lavender orbs toward her and bobbling his gentle brown head. Quietly he whispers, his long neck leaning him in further to her, deviously disheveling the table, Hmmm... now what would work the best? Oh, um! How... about... you... give him roses? I've heard from someplace reliable this always works, madam! Roses are very scrumptious!

Yes, but my name has it in it! If roses worked so well, he'd already be head-over-heels! whines Rosie in return.

Slowly Pippy nods. Oh, yes, true true.

Pippy, pleaaaaaaase can we just kill Duna so that—?

NO! Ummm... Bashfully his head falls into the tablecloth. Errr... as well, I would believe that... it's just a feeling, mind you, but if Duna was hurt... I believe perhaps he would not be happy... Dino, that is—and what if harming Duna gives him such unease that he soon finds he cannot fall in love, ever again? I-I suppose... He squints his eyes, wincing. I suppose it is somewhat presumptuous of me, but we never know... He would also simply rather refrain from harming the dear mistress. Duna had saved him once, when Woolbeard and BB Bandits collided and he was kidnapped—a frightful twice!

Sighing. The lively pinkette slooowwwly strolls her gaze upon him again. Okay, okay. Fine! Umm... what else can I do? Please keep going; your rose idea was pretty unique! Restlessly she digs her fingers through the tablecloth. Worry crosses over her eyes, as does fear.

Pippy offers a proper little vivosaur grin. His tidy tail wags beneath him. Yes, yes! Umm... you could send him—chocolates? I heard from a wise source that chocolates are a smart conglomerate to give! And... um... Rosie, my dear, have you ever heard of a 'picking up line?' I thought it had more in common with fishing than anything but apparently fishing is romantic!

Rosie squeals. The seismo goes on, heart pounding. Like you could tell him... umm.. It's late at night, and you could tell him... Nervously his eyes scatter across the dented little table as he mumbles to himself. Faint recognition glosses over him. Like! 'If I counted the amount of things I loved about you, it would be more than the stars in the sky!' Oh, how sweet! You can feel the passion in these unspent words! Ummm... and you could say... ummm... I heard this... that... 'Did it hurt when you fell from the sky, because you're an angel!' Isn't it sweeeet?

Elated, the pinkette bobs her head and thrusts her face to the figure awkwardly sitting just behind them. He'd been ignored so far; his face burnt from all of the yelling he'd done, feebly trying to garner some form of attention. "Dino!" He lurches from her sugary but loud tone. "U-u-ummmm! So... did someone drop an angel, because I can see myself in your eyes! There we go! Dino, how much more do you love me now?" She tosses herself toward the boy, but his shock and disposition causes a sneer to wipe over her. She glares, settling back down, and continues to ignore the boy.

"Wait. Guys?" They go back to their whispers of unique and unheard-of romantic goodies. "Guys? Um. Please stop! Guyyysss!" He continues crying out but they're so invested that there's no way he'll manage to get them yet. "Uhhhh... aw." Pouting, he decides that from prior experience, it'd be better to wait them out.

When he raises his hands from the table and sulks toward the window, the pattern of cherry blossoms is revealed, soft and pink and lovely cherry blossoms.