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Hattori did not even react to her feeble attempt at using the blanket to swat him away, simply barged through it with enough force to wrench it from her grasp. He had been sparring with most of his children, Hattori could not see why it was something to be offended about-though anyone with sense would realise it was the way he was going about this. Not the intention, but the mood he carried along with it. And needless to say, he was now in a bad mood and using more force than in hindsight he would deem necessary. He snapped to grab at her muzzle, after this they would need to speak. Or rather, Mochi would need to listen.