Eager to clean - at least here

Thorn would prove to his dad that he’d be great at swordplay.  Even today he’d show his dad that, just not in the most fun way.  The small blue pup was determined to do whatever his dad said and do it hard.  He’d prove that dad could trust him!  The weapons that were viewable about the room tempted him but Thorn could resist.  The boy imagined how much more fun it would be if his dad was giving him his first steel sword instead of trying to try and sneakily taste the steel in his mouth only to have it taken away and a lecture given.

Maybe if he cleaned up in here well dad would trust him in the room more, putting him closer to the equipment.  Dad was going to get items off the workbenches while he grabbed rags.  Thorn scooped up the first rag closest to him, nose scrunching as the scent on it was stronger when pressed up to his nose.  It wasn’t necessarily bad it was just stronger than expected once touching his nose.  Traces of oil could still be found in its greasy nature near the corners. “It smells funny, what’s it for?” Was the oil used for making a weapon or for already made weapons?

The boy grabbed a few more cloths in his mouth, some with a scent on them and some seemingly clean. The clothes were tossed into the bucket.  Searching about the room he was determined to find any hidden cloths.  A cloth had fallen between the workbench and the wall, making Thorn twist his head about, shoving his lips to the tiny opening to try and get the hidden cloth. Jerking his head out the boy instead shoved his chest into the desk, paw squishing through.  His paw tapped the cloth, moved it a half inch, and continued trying to slowly pull it out.

"Thorn Carpathius"