Well, that is to be expected for a jiji. Mitsutada knew how to do chores, mostly because his previous owner was good at it too. Like master, like sword. It was all inherited.

So he just sighs, going back to the entrance of the room to retrieve some scrap paper. Holding his breath, he scoops up the poop in one gesture and quickly wraps the turd in the paper, hopefully stopping the stench from getting worse.

As a result, it takes a while before he notices what Mikazuki was looking at, only registering it when he had disposed of the poop and come back.

"What's this?"