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Sobo hooked one smaller sister beneath the blobby fat of his arm, eliciting such a shrill shriek from her that even his still plugged ears could pick it up. In the meantime, Loko managed to sneak away, leaving Sobo alone to fend off both his sisters when Coraline came barreling into the pair of them. She drove forward like a wedge, pushing between the mass of Sobo and the fussing form of Mireille.

Well! The nerve. Sobo's jaws came apart with a sticky web of saliva moments before he descended on his blonde-streaked sibling, utilizing again his stellar problem solving skills: if something would not be squished, then all there was to do was bite it. While harmless enough, puppy gums weren't painless. He'd learned early on that gumming on things was just as effective as rolling his fat body over them.

So he went for the side of Coraline's face in that slow, half-drunk manner that all babies operated in, though he believed his mock attack was very menacing indeed. It was Sobo and Coraline now, for he could only focus on one thing at a time; Mireille escaped his notice for now, and Loko might as well be in a completely different orbit.