GET THIS SHIT OFFA ME

Jiro knew he got under his father's skin and perhaps he found fun in it. The grumpy appearing father of his was easy to disturb. One poke of the tongue, jab of a paw, and Hanzo was giving him sharp-eyed glare that always meant cut it out. Fun as it was, his father's words had his expression glazing over to a more serious note. A tick? Those were nasty bugs as far as he was concerned. Recently, Sedna had gone over with him about different bugs and parasites when spring had sprung. With the warmer, balmier weather taking over Tojo, it turned the bamboo and their fur into prime real estate for the little nuisances.

"Hy-hygenickally?" Jiro test the words out first, stumbling over the difficult syllables. After a moment, he perks up and nods in confirmation. "Hygienically. Yes, mama taught me how," he bares his teeth at Hanzo in a proud-like grin before taking a step back. "Means we can't do it here. Come, to the den. Mama has all the stuff we need there to do it," Jiro motions his muzzle toward the path that led them to the place they called home. Really it was just the private quarters since all of the bamboo was their home, but anyway, beside the point.

Turning to lead his father toward a more hygienic location, Jiro somewhat feels a sense of usefulness in him. At least his father could ask him for some sort of help without being totally annoyed by his personality. Isn't that what any pup wanted? To be accepted? But he had Kaizen and Shinrei and Kina to compete with and honestly, that was too much work. Being a literal black sheep was easier.