Dirt in the wrong hands

Kuroo stayed rather quiet as the rest of the family trotted in and began gathering their piles of clay. Even as Raijin entered and shot him a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, Kuroo smiled in return with the edges of his eyes crinkling. It felt good to be a part of a family again, even if he wasn't sure they were really blood-related or not. Pulling his pile of clay closer toward him, he listened to what Sedna had to say before he pressed his paws to the lump. Smooshing it softly until it became pliable between his toes, he carefully began moving and molding it. Truthfully, he thought it looked terrible, but he was trying. Attempting to widen it a bit more and bring up the edges to start creating a bowl, Kuroo could feel his brows knit together in concentration.

"Speech"