GET THIS SHIT OFFA ME

At the instruction, Hattori lowered himself, ear flicking in disapproval. Not just at his son but all of this in general, Hattori loathed tedium and treatments at the best of times, so his unfavourable mood was understandable all things considered. And yes, he could have told the boy where it was, but the pup was observant enough to find it on his own surely, part of being a healer was just not treating issues but finding them as well.

Adjusting his stance a little, his tail flicked out behind him, Hattori watched as Jiro got to work with a pair of bamboo tweezers. Good for delicate movements, capable of grabbing such a tiny pest that teeth wouldn't be able to grasp in the same way. At least not without making a mess and considering the consequences, that was something they both wished to avoid if possible.

"Indeed." He agreed.