Little Sneak prodded it once.
Twice.
Sniffed it.
Then he pulled tab one straight down, pausing halfway to peek up and check if it was about to blow up in his face
Nothing.
He pulled the corner tabs next, slow and steady.
It worked.
He looked up, eyes wide with pride.
'Mine listened.'
Kurome had no thumbs. And she refused to ask for help.
She stomped on the triangle with her front paws.
Then rolled over it.
Then bit the plastic.
'Mmrrh - rude wrapper.' Kurome mumbled with a mouthful of plastic.
Yoru and Tsuki were doing synchronized chaos beside her.
One succeeded with tab two but got wrapped up in tab three and ended up spinning around, a dizzy furball of confusion.
The other's paw slipped, tearing from the wrong end and sending the seaweed fluttering behind her, as if she were declaring herself Onigiri Queen.
The table had become a battlefield, scattered with half-unwrapped rice triangles and fallen seaweed soldiers.
