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"Tugger?" Mistoffelees whispered as he felt significant movement in the bed next to him.  No response. The tux sighed as Tugger continued to stir due to the dreams that seemed to repeat themselves night after night, Misto turned onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow hoping block out Tugger and fall back into deep sleep. As time passed Misto found himself unable to get back to sleep, soon incoherent noises could be heard from the sleeping tom, Mistoffelees sat up to look over at Tugger whose back was turned. He carefully leaned over the older tom to see a slight smirk on his still sleeping face; another grunt escaped the other's u