[ Not quite awake himself, and thus not remembering who he's dealing with, Scout shoves his face against Spy's shoulder and nudges him back, as if this is will discourage any more nudging. Nevermind he's got an arm slung across Spy's stomach by now since he's gone over onto his belly and into starfish formation somewhere during the night. It'll take more than a half-hearted touch to move him. ]
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