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He was comfortable now, and slipped back into sleep easily. Unfortunately, his comfort had become his brother's discomfort, which circled back around to become further discomfort of his own as Malrok wormed around. One of his brother's flailing paws clopped him in the head, and he was fine with that, but when the second one bonked him in the ear he squeaked sharply, in the direction from which the blows came. His mouth was held open for a moment, like a snake daring its attacking to move in. Then it closed, and he pulled himself in a search for comfort until this time he found himself using his brother for a rug, and had flopped his body across him.