[ Scout curses as he feels himself yanked down. Instead of falling harmlessly on the bed, he's being dragged onto the floor by the other's weight, exactly what he told himself he wasn't going to let Spy do. Damn it.
He kicks the other man, not caring where it lands, already trying to scrabble up from the cold tile by pulling at the bed frame. He's twisted in an effort to keep an eye on Spy and have access to him both while he tries to stand or at least heave himself onto the mattress. He snarls at the other in turn. ]
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He kicks the other man, not caring where it lands, already trying to scrabble up from the cold tile by pulling at the bed frame. He's twisted in an effort to keep an eye on Spy and have access to him both while he tries to stand or at least heave himself onto the mattress. He snarls at the other in turn. ]