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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:23:35 GMT -8
Misto was sitting on his usual bench, though his tail was drooping more than usual, and he looked slightly less well kept as well. Jerrie had dropped him off there a while earlier, and he shuffled through his deck forlornly, thinking. A suitcase was beside him on the ground.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 22:25:03 GMT -8
Coricopat exited the courthouse on his lunch hour, scanning the street. His brows drew together in confusion at the sight of the young magician's posture, but he cleared his expression and moved in that direction. "Good afternoon."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:26:23 GMT -8
Misto glanced up and his tail swished behind along the back of the bench. "Hey."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 22:29:11 GMT -8
"Do you mind if I join you?" He motioned to the empty seat on the bench.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:29:36 GMT -8
Misto spread his hands. "Go right ahead. You on lunch?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 22:33:47 GMT -8
"Yes." He looked the younger cat over for a moment before sitting down. "Something wrong?"Might as well get the idle conversation out of the way before getting down to business, experience told him the other wouldn't be able to concentrate well enough otherwise.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:38:04 GMT -8
"I..." Misto blinked at him and shook his head. "No, I'm not alright. I got kicked out so I have no place to live, and ruined not only my friend's evening but his sister's, as well as their morning. So... no. How are you doing today?" Not to mention the fact that it was getting colder and colder and soon enough he would have no source of income either.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 22:41:09 GMT -8
Coricopat's eyebrows rose at that. That hadn't been what he'd been expecting in the least and was frankly more than he had wanted to know. "Well, my cases have been going well enough so I'm doing better than you are." There was a long pause as he considered before speaking again. "So what are you going to do?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:44:01 GMT -8
((Well, Cori, you *did* ask...))
Misto threw up his paws. "I have... no idea. Nothing."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 22:47:11 GMT -8
The lawyer rose again, he couldn't afford to lose this source not with the number of connections the other cat had. "I may have something."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:48:23 GMT -8
Misto watched him stand up, and tilted his head toward him. "What?" He was not entirely sure if he was asking what that something might be, or questioning the idea the other was offering him something.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 22:51:00 GMT -8
"I said I may have something." He hesitated, Evelasting Cat he was hesitating, and tried to figure out how to word it. "It's in my office, so if you don't mind accompanying me there?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:52:11 GMT -8
Misto blinked up at him in shock. "Uh, are you sure?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 22:55:40 GMT -8
"I wouldn't offer if I wasn't." His tone was clipped, no he wasn't sure but he wasn't going to rescind it now that the offer was made.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 22:59:03 GMT -8
Misto remained frozen for another minute before jumping up and hefting his suitcase with one paw.
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