your mother is a clown car

Stretched out on his back, Jiro purposefully placed his hind paws against one of his siblings for support. Occasionally thumping against them, he wanted to see how long it took before they batted him away. Keeping silver eyes closed, pretending to sleep, his exaggerated snoring made it obvious that he actually wasn't. Sides heaving in and out as he exhaled to peek at the dust that swirled around his face.

It isn't until his father, looming in the doorway, announces that they may go outside, does Jiro actually stir. Giving his sibling one last nudge with his too-large paw, Jiro lazily rolls over onto his side and then up onto his paws until he is casually trotting past his father, Kaizen, and Shinrei. Shooting them a look over his shoulder, he smirks, knowing he probably will break a rule or two before the day is done. Unintentionally, mind you.

Spying Kina off in the shade, Jiro first stops by his albino sister. Plopping himself down onto his rump, he leans his head against her shoulder and rubs his own nubbins against her fur to satiate the itch of them beginning to protrude. "Kina, 'course it's bamboo. It's all dad talks about," Jiro teases, his playful puppy smile being tossed in their father's direction as he brings similar eyes up to the titan. "What's more interestin' is what's hidin' in them," he turns now and moves into a crouched position.

"If ya look close 'nough, you can see the mice runnin' 'round," Jiro murmurs, lowering his body closer to the ground as if he were a cat stalking their prey with his butt maybe a little higher than it should be. He had watched them at night from the doorway, from the inside of the den. Little creatures mama had described as mice that wanted a seed or two to eat. They didn't like the daytime light, but in the shade? That was where they were safe.

With his midnight coat helping him blend into the shadows, he lowered his nose to the ground and tried to sniff out some of these critters.