Day 19 - Rotten

"You should have seen this coming."

Hiro followed the toothbrush being waved back and forth with his eyes while growling. "It's only going to get worse if you resist." Watching the warpa bed their knees slightly, he crouched in response, body low to the ground. Just moments before, he had been enjoy a perfectly quiet afternoon, not bothering a single soul like a good feral slime. Next to the garbage can. Freshly filled with rotten food and bones. Like he wasn't suppose to be. He was getting wise to the rancher's habits though, finding the perfect time of day when they would be as far away from the trash as possible, and not likely to see him chowing down. Usually they wouldn't come back to the area for another hour or so while taking care of the rest of the ranch, however, their sixth sense or something must have been tingling, because they returned as soon as he had gotten the first bite in. Yelling and the hose wasn't far behind. Hiro scarfed down as much of the can as he could before he was driven off.

Now, much to his dismay, were the consequences of his actions. Rancher taking more care of him than he would like at times as they held a toothbrush and squinting down at him. "Go on, open up." Shaking his head, he refused at first, getting foot taps, "I guess you won't need lunch then since you've already eaten." Shrugging, the rancher put the brush back and turned away. Suddenly distressed at the threat of him being absolutely starved in the middle of the day, Hiro was quick to waddle forward. Latching onto a corner of the other's shirt, he grunted through the cloth in his teeth, huffing when Rancher looked to him with a grin. "Changed mind, am ready now." A chuckle coming from them, at least they were as eager to get the rotten food washed out as he was to get it over with.