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Sobo was not as relentlessly hungry as his blood-brother, but one wouldn't know it from the way he constantly hung off a teat. More often than not, the boy was simply sleeping with it in his mouth, cradling it between his gums for the comfort it offered rather than the food. If Erzulie was away or her teats weren't in reach, the boy would find some other object to occupy his mouth. Sometimes this was his own paw. Sometimes it was his siblings' various appendages.

Today it was @Loko's hind foot that he sought, wrapping his lips around first the toes, then inching seal-like forward to seemingly swallow the entire foot into his wet mouth. Sobo was a large boy with a large maw, and his brother and sisters were smaller; what might have gagged them had little effect on him. With Loko's paw jammed firmly into his cheeks, the boy sagged and began to suck, hard.

Not for sustenance. He wasn't hungry. Merely for comfort.