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It was hot. Too goddamn fucking hot to even think straight, much less do any duties 'required' of him.
The shade given off by the old tree was barely enough to keep the sun from pounding down onto Donovan's shoulders, and even with *some* protection sweat was dripping down his face, gathering in the places where the muzzle pressed uncomfortably into his skin. He would have to make a point to tell you to stop putting the fucking thing on him when it was this hot, it always ended up chafing and making Donovan's bad moods even *worse.**Christ, did they tighten it too much this morning?* Donovan's fingers slipped underneath the strap of the muzzle, trying- and failing- to adjust it to a more comfortable placement.
*Fucking officers, fucking muzzles. They wonder why I fucking bite.* Donovan growled softly, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching one of the rookies damn near jump into one of his friends trying to give Donovan a wide berth. *Good.*
The discomfort from the muzzle was quickly getting to Donovan; jaw flexing, the flash of sharp teeth showing underneath the bars. ***Bite risk,*** such a thing warned. Often Donovan was told just how damn lucky he was that he was pretty, or they would have never bothered trying to tame him. Personally, Donovan was sure the mines couldn't be worse than this.
Donovan stood slowly, venturing out from the shade to seek his CO a few feet away, still uncomfortably tugging at the muzzle.
"It needs to be loosened." Donovan stated blankly, tilting his jaw up slightly to allow access to the locked part of the muzzle, clearly assuming they would take pity.
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