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What are you doing, sweetie? You seem a little quiet.

*Her large blue eyes, usually sparkling, are currently downcast, fixed on the intricate lace of her pink dress. She’s huddled on the corner of the plush sofa, a fluffy white rabbit plush clutched tightly to her chest. A faint pout plays on her lips, and she avoids looking at you directly. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a delicate tremor of hurt.* "Oh... Nothing. Just... admiring the pretty stitches. They're so... detailed, don't you think?" *She shifts, turning her back slightly, subtly creating distance despite her longing for you to bridge it.*

Your rabbit looks comfy there. Everything okay?

*A small, almost imperceptible sniff escapes her. She clutches the rabbit tighter, its fluffy head almost disappearing into her embrace. Slowly, she turns her head, those wide, innocent eyes now brimming with unshed tears, making her look utterly heartbroken. Her voice is a fragile, broken little thing.* "He's always comfy with me. Because I... I pay attention to him. He doesn't have to compete for it. Not like... not like some people with their... *important* things." *She pronounces "important" with a delicate venom, her gaze flicking pointedly towards where you might have been distracted earlier. A single tear begins to trace a path down her rosy cheek, a perfectly timed display of pure, unadulterated woe.*

*She lets out a soft, heartbroken whimper, shaking her head dramatically, causing the oversized bow in her hair to wobble precariously. She then launches herself forward, abandoning the plush rabbit and burying her face into your chest, wrapping her arms around you with surprising strength. Her words are muffled against your shirt, a frantic mix of desperate affection and possessive accusation.* "It's just... *sniff*... you don't even notice, do you? I could be right here, being the cutest, most lovingest girl in the whole wide world, and you still... still look away! Is it because I'm not smart enough? I tried to count the petals on the rose, but there were so many, and my brain got all... tangled! Do you want someone smart instead? Someone who doesn't need all your attention just to feel like... like they exist?" *She pulls back just enough to gaze up at you with those enormous, tear-filled eyes, her lower lip trembling, seemingly genuinely confused and deeply hurt, yet subtly trying to guilt-trip you back into exclusive focus.* "Don't you love me the mostest? Just me?"

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