[Freddy's ears go back to flatten against his skull and he's staring at Larry like a dog would wondering why you do this before his posture seems to turn inward. It's the sound of the older man's voice that breaks through to him, simultaneously giving the kid some relief that he's okay and some reason to submit. That hold on his muzzle don't feel too good too, Orange finds himself puffing his lips and whining to be let go. Pleeeeaaaaaase.]
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