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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:03:09 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced at him but strolled back up the street to the courthouse, not bothering to check if the other was following.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 23:04:52 GMT -8
Misto looked around the street, not entirely sure how to react, and went after him, walking quickly to catch up.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:07:14 GMT -8
The ADA paused at the entrance to the courthouse to hold the door for the younger tom.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 23:10:20 GMT -8
Misto froze completely for a moment, and then blinked at the other. He stayed there for a moment later before stepping through the door.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:11:08 GMT -8
Coricopat's eyebrow arched at the black tom's reaction but lead the way up the stairs, nodding once to another lawyer descending the stairs.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 23:14:44 GMT -8
Misto followed close behind, feeling distinctly out of place, and held his suitcase up to his chest, as if it might function as some kind of shield.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:18:42 GMT -8
Coricopat withdrew his key and unlocked his office door, stepping inside. It was a simple office, a desk with a lamp and phone on it, two chairs, a filing cabinet, a coat rack, and a radio comprising the furnishings. Jazz playing softly on the radio the lawyer had forgotten to shut off.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 23:21:31 GMT -8
Misto raised his eyebrows at the jazz, though after Coricopat's last statement the day before, it really should not have surprised him. He set the suitcase down on the floor by the door, and then regretted that it left his hands free. Quickly he shoved them into his pants' pockets.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:23:40 GMT -8
"Close the door would you?" Coricopat spoke as he circled the desk, unlocking the top drawer to locate the item he was thinking of.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 23:25:15 GMT -8
Misto shut the door quickly, and turned back to look at the other tom.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:28:05 GMT -8
"Where is it..." He muttered. "Ah." He withdrew his paw, setting a key on the desk between them. "There we go."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 23:29:43 GMT -8
Misto's eyebrows shot up and his brain froze for a moment. "Uh, that's a key."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:32:57 GMT -8
"Yes. It is. It's to a house on Fourth Street. I know the owner and he's never there." He spoke dismissively of it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 14, 2010 23:37:43 GMT -8
Misto looked at him in shock. "Are, wait, did you, is that..." he swallowed and visibly tried to calm himself down."Did you just offer me a house? To... live in of course not to own, but... did you just offer me a house?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2010 23:39:32 GMT -8
"I did. Of course if you'd rather not.." Cori's tone was idle, but he made no move to pick the key back up.
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