Magenta huffed and blushed as the cook ruffled his long hair. "Neh! D-don't mess it up!" He shook his head away from the hand and backed away a bit. He looked up at Kida with his pale lavender eyes, batting his eyelashes a bit. His blush grew as he listened to the man talk. He never knew someone could be more arrogant. He bit his lip again before speaking. "I am a doll,"he started out and pointed all to the other dolls,"the owner made us...I'm Magenta. I'm a boy, thank you very much!" He flipped his hair again before moving on. "O-owner-sama is...,"he bit his lip harder, making the slight crack bigger before more tears flowed down his cheeks.
He collapsed, his tiny, shaking knees could not support him any longer. "Owner-sama!!!" He started to cry like a little baby. He never felt so empty inside before, without the owner, he was nothing. He tried to wipe the tears away, but more kept coming. "Why did you die???" He cried out to no one. "I don't want to die..." His tiny pale hands went to his stomach and it growled. He needed Mitarashi and fast, his only choice...Kida.
"I want Mitarashi dangos!!!"