Fortress Mountain

Smart enough to catch on or not, opening a soda the normal way is damn near impossible without any sort of fingernails, thus necessitating the crude biting method Day's currently attempting. Those little teeth of his are sharp too, so it isn't too much longer till he manages to poke a hole in the aluminum can and begins greedily siphoning up the fizzy nectar within.

"But I don't wanna roll around with a bunch of pranking ne'er-do-wells they sound boring and there's no point to it." Day says, continuing to pout and even putting on his best imitation Prometheus-scowl in sullen refusal to laugh at Mini-Clarissa getting drenched.