An Amethyst Remembrance ((35--night))

[Meadowlark]

Cori offered Mac a nod before heading back to the lift.

((Exit Cori for the moment))

[victoriousscarf]

Misto didn't turn his head to watch the other leave, looking instead dead at a spot halfway along the door frame.

Mac considered him for a moment. "Alright then, would you like ta come in and take a seat at least?"

Misto glanced over at him and nodded, sitting down. "Alright, to hell with it, what do you want to know about my uncle anyway?"

Watching him, Mac shook his head slightly, sitting down across from him, behind his desk. "Anythin' you have ta say. Logistics, finances, properties, security, anythin' really."

Misto's mouth twisted slightly. "Keeping in mind that I hardly run my uncle's business, and certainly am not considered a part of it," he pulled a piece of paper toward him, scribbling some notes out, and listing off different information he did have.

Mac glanced over his writing. "Is that supposed ta be readable?" he asked, actually curious.

Blushing, Misto drew the paper back and started writing it out again, much slower and actively trying to make his letters rounder and larger. "There. That's all I have."

Looking it over, Mac nodded, whistling lowly. That plus what the black cat had said earlier was quite a bit. More than he'd had before. Jones may still be damn strong, but they were starting to nibble away at his corners and with this information, it would get a bit easier. "'reat."

Misto took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm sorry about the tea."

For a long moment Mac didn't respond before finally, "Oh?"

Misto swallowed hard again. "I, I just always offer cats tea. I, Cor--" he stumbled over the name "--Coricopat explained it to me a little, just to make sure I never did it again. I, ah, I was friends with Tugger all through high school, so I," how was he supposed to say this without saying it? "I almost understand and I'm sorry for doing something like that even by accident."

Mac blinked at the poor kit in front of him. "You're friends with Tug?" he asked finally.

Misto nodded, paws twisting in his lap where he held them.

"... Huh," Mac glanced down at the notes again. "Good ta know. Alright, well, no worries about the tea." So long as he didn't do it again. "And thanks for bein' so forthright with the information."

Misto shrugged, then, "Can I go then? I'm tired and it's been a long day already."

Mac nodded. "Sure, go right ahead." He paused though when Misto reached the door. "Hold on a moment though," he said. "You know, with Cori?"

Misto tensed, his tail wrapping around his leg again. "What about him?" he asked, voice tense.

Mac blinked, taking in his reaction. "He tends ta use cruelty as a defense," Mac replied, watching his reaction. "Just, be aware of that."

"Why the hell would that matter to me?" Misto asked, voice firm and cold to hide the fact his insides were shaking.

Mac blinked and shrugged. Great, they were both going to be stubborn idiots. "Just keep it in mind, hm?"

Misto glanced away, mouth twisting. "Sure," he said, slipping out.

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat stepped off the lift, almost running into Mistoffelees. "I've been meaning to ask. Where did you get that atrocity around your throat?"

[victoriousscarf]

Blinking at the abruptness, Misto rocked back on his heels. He hadn't been expecting to see the other at all again and then to have nothing except suddenly that... "Wouldn't you like to know?" he said quickly before he could think of a better response.

[Meadowlark]

Cori's eyes narrowed. "If only to avoid the shop for my own sake, yes."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto's stomach twisted but he kept his paws down off the tie. "Who knows, I might not even know the shop."

[Meadowlark]

"Mm. Well, it's hideous. I'd recommend strangling whoever gave it to you--preferably with that insult to good taste."

[victoriousscarf]

Lifting his chin, Misto looked him in the eye for the first time since the day before. "It's a damn sight more fashionable than some gifts I've been given of late."

[Meadowlark]

Cori's chin came up at that. "Mm. Well, I have reports to make and you've got a trip to make to whatever bench you're sleeping on tonight." He slipped past as best he could, heading to the penthouse.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath at that. Damnit, he was tired and hurting.

[Meadowlark]

Cori rapped once on the door to the penthouse before opening it. "Here are those files, Mac."

[victoriousscarf]

Mac glanced up. "Yeah, sit."

Misto caught the lift before it went down, tail wrapped around his legs and resting his head against the back. Hell and damn.

((Exit Mistoffelees))

[Meadowlark]

Cori arched a brow at that, Mac could be abrupt but that was....He set the files on the desk before sitting down in an available chair--managing not to evidence what a relief that was to his leg and back.

[victoriousscarf]

"So," Mac said, pulling the files toward him and flipping through them. "Playin' nice seems ta have died a violent and painful death. What happened?"

[Meadowlark]

Cori shrugged a shoulder. "Nothing."