[ Klaus kind of smiles up at James. His mouth usually runs a mile a minute, words without thought of consequence, but his actions aren't resistant. He doesn't really protest or fight when James pushes him down til his face is on the floor. The ground is rough against him where his face still smarts from the belt earlier. The leash is tight, pulling the collar against his neck, at odds with the position he's in. His breath catches because it has to, and he doesn't yet try to talk through it.
He still looks like he's pretty much enjoying this whole thing, though. Whether he actually takes anything seriously ever is anyone's guess. ]
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He still looks like he's pretty much enjoying this whole thing, though. Whether he actually takes anything seriously ever is anyone's guess. ]