Dirt in the wrong hands

Molding clay into an object was really difficult! Kuroo almost preferred fishing over this pottery business Senda was teaching them. His tongue would slip out slightly as his furrowed brows stared at the misshapen bowl on the ground in front of him. Could he even consider it a bowl? Continuing to smooth it out until both of his forepaws were covered in clay, it would slowly begin to resemble a bowl. Feeling the sweat drip beneath his fur, he glanced up at the pups around him. How were theirs so much better?! A bowl is what Sedna wanted right? Kuroo could say he was slightly self-conscience as he sat back to "admire" his handiwork. One could say it was a bowl, but whether or not it would hold after it was dry was the real question. Standing up and carefully carrying it over to Sedna, he smiled sheepishly at her. "Thanks for the lesson, Sed. This was a lot of fun," Kuroo chirped happily before moving to go wash off his paws.

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