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The lack of more work on his part was lost to the boy. All he comprehended at the moment was their game and that his father was getting ready to throw it again. Indeed, every time the object was tossed, the boy rushed off to get it though eventually the time he took to come back took longer and longer as he began to explore. Atatak found him during one of these instances and prodded him along.

"'Eef!" He parroted back. "Picooo. Pico pico pico." His rump wiggled in the air, baby blues locked on a 'pico' before he galumphed towards the object to pounce on it. How was he to know that its tiny points were painful when jumped upon? "OWWW!" He screeched, scrambling to get away from it. Once there was distance between he and it, his little chest rumbled with a growl, posture stiff like he'd seen his parents do.