On Correct Form

[amanika]

Tugger shook his head, "You're a strange one, you got the skill but won't do anything about it. You almost need someone t'make what you do into an act."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto raised an eyebrow at that. "What, you offering to be my manager?" he asked with a grin, joking.

[amanika]

Tugger chuckled, "Like I'd have a clue. Sure I might have the charm," he teased, "but I couldn't handle the business side. You probably would end up not getting paid!"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto laughed, and shook his head. "And that would undermine the entire point, wouldn't it?" He glanced over at the clock over the courthouse and frowned, before cursing and standing up quickly. "My uncle is going to skin my tail if I'm not home when he says I'm supposed to be."

[amanika]

Tugger pulled a face at this, dissapointed his company wasleaving so suddenly, "Jeez, and I thought my old man was bad. At least he doesn't care when I come and go anymore."

[victoriousscarf]

"Yeah, sorry. He likes having me home and cleaned in time for dinner just so he can tell me how useless I've been yet again. But I'll see you around, yeah?"

[amanika]

Tugger sighed, "I know how that feels," he got up as well, "I'll see you around. Take care."

[victoriousscarf]

"Yeah," Misto said, raising a paw in wave goodbye. "Good luck with your dad, and... seriously, be careful would you?" He turned at that, and made his way down the street, hoping he would be able to catch the bus rather than have to walk all the way back to St. James' Street.

((Exit Mistoffelees))

[amanika]

Tugger was about to say something at that, but changed his mind, though he was getting somewhat fed up of being told to be careful. He turned instead and decided to head home, at least that way he would be back up in his room by the time Deuteronomy was back, or Munkustrap for that matter.

((Exit Tugger))

[victoriousscarf]

[THREAD END]