Sanitation and hand hygiene probably should have been a top priority of Dememaru’s. Mainly since he was considering being a medical shinobi like his Mother back when she was still a Kumogakure kunoichi. But playing frisbee with his father and his ninken was just so much fun in the traditional sense of catching the flying saucer via one’s mouth. It felt so primal... so instinctual… just so... right. And yet, it was so obvious how disgusting it was. Dememaru, his ninken, his father, and his father’s ninken’s saliva plague the red piece of plastic ever since the game started. Not only that, but the dirt from their yard in Konoha’s residential district found itself riddled all over the toy from whenever the saucer touched the ground.
The more the lad thought about it, the grosser it was. And yet, that wasn’t enough to stop him. Many kids his age didn’t even believe in germs, so why should he even bother? Sure he could have gotten sick, but he was young. I’ll be just fine, was exactly what he thought as he hopped up. And there it was, the frisbee his father tossed, gliding straight down towards Dememaru. His mouth was agape and aligned perfectly with the trajectory of the saucer. If the frisbee didn’t land between his clenched teeth, then reality had to of broke. Any on looker could have told you, his form was masterful, that frisbee was meant to be caught by him in that very moment in time. Dememaru would have even argued to call it destiny.
“Grr-arf,” barked Berumura, Dememaru’s ninken.
“W-wha--” began the flustered young Inuzuka before Berumura pounced up from her full sprint towards him. She landed on and kicked off of his face, caught the frisbee (which was about three times larger than her head) in her mouth, then landed with it between her teeth proudly.
“Arf,” barked Berumura after spitting out the frisbee, confidently declaring her victory with her head held high.
“Augh!” Roared Dememaru in annoyance at Berumura after he landed on his rump. Berumura kicking off of his face mid air knocked him off balance, effectively preventing him from landing on his own two feet. “You stole that kill from me!”
Ignoring her partner, Berumura went from an attentive sitting position towards Dememaru to laying down with her head facing away from him, teasing the lad in the sense that she didn't care.
“Ha-ha,” laughed Dememaru’s father and his large ninken companion. “Come on you guys, let’s try it again. You wanna be unpredictable on the battlefield against your enemies. Catching their projectiles with your mouth and tossing it back is a grand way to catch them off guard. It’s openings like those that decide the fate of battle. Alright, from the top. Toss it back son.”
“Gotcha!” Responded Dememaru as he crawled up from rump, to all fours, then up right, and ran to the frisbee. From there they proceeded with their father and son training/bonding session.
Word Count: 502
The more the lad thought about it, the grosser it was. And yet, that wasn’t enough to stop him. Many kids his age didn’t even believe in germs, so why should he even bother? Sure he could have gotten sick, but he was young. I’ll be just fine, was exactly what he thought as he hopped up. And there it was, the frisbee his father tossed, gliding straight down towards Dememaru. His mouth was agape and aligned perfectly with the trajectory of the saucer. If the frisbee didn’t land between his clenched teeth, then reality had to of broke. Any on looker could have told you, his form was masterful, that frisbee was meant to be caught by him in that very moment in time. Dememaru would have even argued to call it destiny.
“Grr-arf,” barked Berumura, Dememaru’s ninken.
“W-wha--” began the flustered young Inuzuka before Berumura pounced up from her full sprint towards him. She landed on and kicked off of his face, caught the frisbee (which was about three times larger than her head) in her mouth, then landed with it between her teeth proudly.
“Arf,” barked Berumura after spitting out the frisbee, confidently declaring her victory with her head held high.
“Augh!” Roared Dememaru in annoyance at Berumura after he landed on his rump. Berumura kicking off of his face mid air knocked him off balance, effectively preventing him from landing on his own two feet. “You stole that kill from me!”
Ignoring her partner, Berumura went from an attentive sitting position towards Dememaru to laying down with her head facing away from him, teasing the lad in the sense that she didn't care.
“Ha-ha,” laughed Dememaru’s father and his large ninken companion. “Come on you guys, let’s try it again. You wanna be unpredictable on the battlefield against your enemies. Catching their projectiles with your mouth and tossing it back is a grand way to catch them off guard. It’s openings like those that decide the fate of battle. Alright, from the top. Toss it back son.”
“Gotcha!” Responded Dememaru as he crawled up from rump, to all fours, then up right, and ran to the frisbee. From there they proceeded with their father and son training/bonding session.
Word Count: 502