Redecorate

The pastel woman was polite to his son, pleasing Raijin. His children could be a lot, with their endless questions and boundless energy, and anyone who reprimanded them needlessly for it would see another side of the man that few saw. Tate repeated his words to Sayuri like a parrot, earning another snicker from the tusked Genji. Tate had, perhaps, always been the most oddly eccentric out of his youngest brood, though all 5 had their own eccentricities.

Sayuri mentioned a prize, catching the attention of the brown boy who’d seemed to deflate a bit when he mentioned they were cleaning. His brows raised. He hadn’t quite gotten that far. “Hmmm…” he rumbled, head tilting thoughtfully as he considered the possibilities. “How about…bragging rights. Whoever gets the most trash gets to brag that they’re the fastest picker-upper,” he replied. His pups loved to one-up each other and claim to be the best at whatever they did. Surely, Tate would love this outcome as well.

“We’ll each put our trash in our own basket, here,” Raijin instructed, nodding to the three baskets in front of them. “Whoever picks up the most trask by the time Daisuke hoots, wins.” He glanced at his Greater Horned Owl companion, who was perched in a nearby tree. He nodded in understanding, then man turned his attention back forward. “On your mark, get set, go!” he called, turning and trotting to a nearby piece of trash to begin.

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