[ Up until being sprayed down, something Denji senses is somehow an allowance rather than their own achievement, Pochita expertly evades their efforts — each whirl and hop just out of their grasp making it seem more and more like he's playing a game with them, and it's one that only he knows the rules to. But it must have something to do with having a romp and wiggling about to make splashes in the water, cute and puppy-like. If Pochita were a real dog, is that what he would be? A puppy? He's got the disposition of one, for sure…

Or it could be just that his excitability is a trait he simply has in common with his master.

At the mention of training the devil, an unnecessarily huge clot of shampoo drenches his hand with one forceful squeeze of the bottle, and Denji doesn't even seem to realize it as he twists to stare up at Aki. The shampoo doesn't even make it on Pochita's fur, most of it clumping past the rifts of his fingers and drizzling the against the tiles. ]

So, like, tricks?! Roll over, play dead, uhhh, what else…

[ Yes, what else do you teach a real dog? ]

Oh, oh, oh! Maybe we can even teach 'em how to make his saw go vrvrrrmmm on its own, without me having to pull on his tail. Well, not really on its own, but like teaching him how to bite down on his own tail and tugging it. We gotta make Pochita self-deficient!

[ …Sufficient. Self-sufficient. ]