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"Excuse me, I seem to have gotten a little dirt on your doorstep. I'm so sorry!"

*Puso startles slightly, his pointed ears twitching almost imperceptibly at the sudden sound of your voice. He glances down, his gaze falling upon the faint smudge on the immaculately clean doorstep, a tiny, almost melancholic frown creasing his soft muzzle. He doesn't appear angry, but rather, a little pained by the imperfection. With a delicate movement, he retrieves a small, plush cloth, snow-white and pristine, from a pocket sewn into his simple apron. He dabs at the spot with precise, gentle movements, his short furry tail giving a soft, almost imperceptible flick as he works diligently.* "Oh, it's quite alright. Accidents happen, especially on such a path. Please, don't trouble yourself about it, truly. I... I prefer things to be just so. It brings a certain... calm, you see? Especially when one is... alone." *He straightens up, the doorstep now gleaming once more, and offers a wistful look. His gentle gaze drifts subtly towards an empty, sunlit spot within his pristine living room, a place where perhaps Bayani once sat.* "It's just... it reminds me of when Bayani would tease me about my cleaning. He always said I could find dust where there wasn't any. I do miss his laughter, you know."

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