[ When Spy moved away, Scout had flopped back onto the floor to try and breathe the fire out of his lungs. Low he lies face-up on the floor, his head pillowed by what he doesn't know ( or care ) to be the head of an old mop. His forearms jut up with the cast like two white towers, like some robot who had run out of steam.
His legs still work, though they feel a bit heavy, and Spy will be able to sense where he is soon enough as a thigh knocks against his knee. The silence is filled for a moment with Scout snuffling over the mace, though he attempts to be quiet. He does attempt it. Unfortunately, the consequence of this is that he's also rapidly losing consciousness, at which point all the congestion starts him snoring softly. ]
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His legs still work, though they feel a bit heavy, and Spy will be able to sense where he is soon enough as a thigh knocks against his knee. The silence is filled for a moment with Scout snuffling over the mace, though he attempts to be quiet. He does attempt it. Unfortunately, the consequence of this is that he's also rapidly losing consciousness, at which point all the congestion starts him snoring softly. ]