Thane started, hacking. His face contorted and, as he began to drool, Sef thought he looked more and more like a dog. Not so much a big dog but one of the ones he always saw drag those little impotent boys down the street. A thick animal with a knotted muzzle, lines and wrinkles, and gray distemper-survivor gums, choosing every second of the day to bare its teeth at something. You thought you could poison a dog like that easy, make life a little better, but they possessed an intelligence their boys did not. They reflected and amplified the malice their owners were too dull to act upon. It was best to avoid the dogs here more than anywhere else.
Thane continued to drool, now flexing his jaw open and shut. Gnawing air as if it were too much meat.
“What the fuck, c’mon. Sit all the way down.”
“Thing i’my mowf pawped.” Something yellow now. Sef lifted his legs from Thane’s lap and allowed him to bolt fully upright. He made it to the kitchen. Wretch