GET THIS SHIT OFFA ME

Jiro's attitude often rubbed Hattori the wrong way, and today was no exception. He grimaced at the young pup, not entirely in the mood to deal with him, Kiriko was far more patient and doting than he was perhaps he ought to- He exhaled sharply, the boy ought to make himself useful and Hattori knew he was trying to learn the healing arts. He had many talented teachers at his disposal, so it wasn't as if he didn't have the potential to become just as noteworthy himself one day.

"No, I believe I have a tick. I do not want it to latch on. Have you been taught how to remove them...hygienically?" That was the best way he could think of describing it. Hattori was not a squeamish man, but the topic was rather grotesque. Tojo was a place of civility and culture and this sort of topic was rather unbecoming as far as he was concerned. But so was life, it wasn't as if disliking it would make things any better. Action had to be taken, even if he was incapable of doing so himself. Frustratingly.