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Naturally, there was no comfort to be had from his boisterous brother. Not only had Loko tried to suffocate him, causing him to wet himself, but his brother also insisted on his participation in whatever crackpot schemes he'd dreamed up. Sobo tried to avoid Loko's tug with a halfhearted swing of his head — he was feeling much too pouty and ashamed for this bullshit — but sharp teeth caught his ear anyway, and he wasn't very willful yet.

Reluctantly, the silver Dahomey boy followed his brother out into the rain, knowing the alternative was being pushed around until he went. He loved Loko, honest! But his brother was a bit ... much, sometimes. If nothing else, getting his coat wet might lessen the discomfort of his damp rear, so that made him a little more willing to go along.

What is it? he asked in a grumble, pressing close to Loko and mimicking his stalking tread with a low-slung waddle of his own. He wanted desperately to hold onto his bad mood where curiosity and easy forgiveness tried to creep up, making him pop his head up to look over his brother's shoulder. Loko didn't deserve forgiveness! But Sobo really wasn't the type to hold a grudge. Not against family, anyway. And his brother did make things more fun, sometimes. Sometimes.

He gave one of his front paws a spastic kick as he crowded closer, splashing mud and water onto his brother's back legs.