dog race

i don't even care any more, i'll reply to this still lmfao

Perhaps this was the point in time where Pasha would vaguely learn what it was like to be smothered. Not quite to the point where suffocation came into play, but close enough. He felt swarmed in a matter of moments, though in reality it was probably a good few seconds longer than a firm instant.

And he was poked and prodded, crawled upon and over and if it were possible, maybe even someone was trying to roll him weakly. A nose went into his eye at some point and he didn't know who to blame (or how to) and just squeaked defensive and surprised, trying to crane his little head back away from the oncoming assault.

Then Whitter steamrolled over part of him, after that aggravating piece of meat that Pasha could not entirely figure out. He pushed his head into the curve of his brother's neck, trying to force the already roly-poly sibling away. Back off jack, it's mine.