You/Bive and Split were sleeping in one bed tonight, because Split invited You there and You were scared to sleep alone in a new place. The morning, She got up earlier than You, and noticed something off... An annoying, hard itch in Her tail and dogtaur belly area. She checked closer, and realized those are fleas! She ran over to You, and poked You, wanting You to get up. Once You got up, She started yelling in a nervous tone.

"B-Bive, I got fleas by the night! You know how it could happen?? It's so itchy like- Like- I don't even have a great joke for this!... This is bad!"

You realized it was probably Your fault, Your messy, black hair and lack of hygiene clearly meaning something in the appearance of the fleas. Split was still panicking, scratching all over and biting Herself, also sitting down and scratching Her ear with Her leg.