Call Me MacGyver

He scowled down his nose at the heavy stick. Stupid stick, stupid Amadeus, stupid monsters! This just sucked all around. Once again he reminded himself that it was going to be worth it. He was going to fill a pit full of spears and catch himself a monster. It was going to be worth it. Eventually.

”Jupiter!” He tried to jerk his head around to look at whoever had called his name, but the stick stopped him. That sounded like... "Asseal?" he slurred around the stick before looking at it pointedly. Stupid stick! He spit it out and turned to beam at Ashiel. "We're gonna make spears! You know," he was actually hoping Ashiel didn't know, "Sticks that have really sharp rocks tied to the top. And then we're gonna make monster traps!"

Excitedly he grabbed one of the discarded twigs and stabbed it into the dirt. "Look! We're gonna dig a big, big hole and then we're gonna put a lot of spears at the bottom of it like this," he motioned towards the twig before snatching up another and working it into the ground beside the first. "And then we're gonna cover the hole and make it look like the ground. That way whenever a monster comes along..." Holding his paw in the air he hopped it towards the twigs and then slammed it down on top of them. One twig broke, but the other slid between his toes and remained standing. Jupiter eyed his "harpooned" paw before grinning proudly up at Ashiel.

"Jupiter" "Amadeus" ”You”