[ Scout never really did have a very good pokerface, and his body is even more honest by the way it bows just a little for the scrape of nails down his throat. The suggestion in the other's voice and his hips elicit uncertainty, but by the flick of his gaze he's weighing out a memory, too. He swallows.
Then he's suddenly tightening his grip on Spy's elbows and trying to shove him back by them. Since it feels like most of Spy's weight is sitting on his pelvis, it feels like he should just pivot backwards with enough force. ]
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Then he's suddenly tightening his grip on Spy's elbows and trying to shove him back by them. Since it feels like most of Spy's weight is sitting on his pelvis, it feels like he should just pivot backwards with enough force. ]
You ain't worn out yet, old-timer?