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Pox's frown only deepened when his babysitter confessed her terrible crimes. What she said made sense, he supposed. But he didn't like cheaters, and if there was going to be cheating, then he didn't want to play anymore.

"Buh issno fair," he proclaimed again, sticking his button lip out in a stubborn pout. He turned away from the hide as she laid it out for him, but only for about five seconds before he peeked back over his shoulder at it, glowering and obviously quite torn about whether or not he actually wanted to give up on it. Two very dominant parts of his nature were battling now--his insistence on fairness and his determination to not ever ever ever ever quit. It was hurting his little puppy brain, and shortly he found his angry little puppy lip trembling.