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He was the sort of sound sleeper who could sleep with his arse above his head and his limbs in a tangle. There seemed no position or circumstance that could stop the second-born from passing out after drinking himself stupid. Nothing except... that. That wet, squeezing, persistent weirdness that had engulfed his foot.

Loko awoke with a snotty snort. Instinctively, he tugged and twitched, but his paw was trapped, and somewhere in his puppy brain an alarm started to squeal. Loko squealed too—a sharp note of outrage. How dare thee, assailaint. Blind, deaf, and dumb, he contorted himself around to gum at the thing that was holding him captive from going nowhere at all.

Gum gum gum. Tug tug tug. His pudgy brother wouldn't budgy and Loko's noises became more noisy.

STAHP.