Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

Kuroo was no healer. He had no interest in becoming a healer of any sort, but if the pups wanted him to attend, he would. After their arrival and the finishing touches of their home, if he wasn't down at the shore tending to his net, he would be found hanging around with the bunch. It took his mind off of the burning questions he had about his father. Keeping busy was the best thing he could do. Feeling lonely even with the comfort of his brother at night had his heart feeling a bit sad. It didn't help that as of late, Usagi's bitter personality had turned even sourer and it seemed that there wasn't much in the way he could do to help.

So here he was, mixed in among the pups Himawari, Rheum, and Fuji, laid down on his belly with paws stretched out in front of him. Knowing Fuji was a climber, it was safer for him to be closer to the ground in case she wanted upon his shoulders. When Sedna placed the three shells full of fragrant herbs in front of them, he glanced at all three with a scrunched nose. Watching as Himawari tested out the first one, his pale pink gaze turned toward Fuji with a smile. "Yes, Fuj, sleepytime mook," there was laughter in his voice as he reached out his own nose to smell the gentle aroma of the chamomille.

"Speech"