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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 28, 2010 17:46:19 GMT -8
Mac nodded. "Fair enough. Just let me know if he knows anythin' and where to go from there, alright? I would hate for you ta risk your professional integrity, after all, that's why I pay you." He took a long drag from the cigarette, considering the queen across his desk. His side was starting to hurt, throbs of pain with every breath. Cohen would have a fit, he thought. Not that something like that would have ever stopped him from doing whatever the hell he wanted, but maybe the doctor had been onto something when he told him to rest.
"Just don't forget to keep me appraised of what's goin' on," he added after a moment.
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Post by amanika on Nov 28, 2010 18:01:08 GMT -8
"And when have I ever forgotten to do that?" Tantomile asked, though it was mostly a rhetorical question, "You look terrible." she added shortly, "I'd suggest you take whatever advice Dr Cohen has given you about that wound. As much as I despise it, I'm also willing to pass what I've told you about the murder witness onto my brother and allow him to take care of your end of the dealings. Stress can be the worst healer even for purely physical injuries."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 28, 2010 18:20:03 GMT -8
Mac blinked at her, a little surprised. If he looked bad enough that she was willing to actually talk to her brother than he was in worse shape than he thought. "Good," he said finally. "I'll keep of all that in mind. I should be better in a few days anyway."
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Post by amanika on Nov 28, 2010 18:25:39 GMT -8
"You won't if you don't start resting, and that includes your mind." Tantomile tried to avoid grimacing, "Did you want me to speak to Coricopat?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 28, 2010 18:34:39 GMT -8
"If you would," Mac said, trying to withhold a grin. He only wished he would be in the room when they tried to interact. It was always far too amusing watching them be... very civil to each other. If by civil one meant bitterly sarcastic with a thin veil of civility.
He glanced toward the door. He wasn't willing to try and stand when anyone else was in the room.
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Post by amanika on Nov 28, 2010 18:39:20 GMT -8
"It's a good job you pay me as well as you do." Tantomile remarked as she rose, "I wouldn't do this for just anyone." she collected the files off the desk, slipping them back into her briefcase.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 28, 2010 18:41:22 GMT -8
Mac smirked at her. "And I pay so very well," he said, taking a drag of his cigarette, watching her. "Do be sure not to claw his eyes out though."
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Post by amanika on Nov 28, 2010 18:45:43 GMT -8
"I can't make you any promises." Tantomile replied, although her expression was of amusement, Macavity knew full well she would be civil to Coricopat when forced. "And money aside I'm doing this on the assumption that you will be taking Cohen's advice to the letter."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 28, 2010 18:49:03 GMT -8
Mac actually gaped at her for a moment. "You and yer brother are both mother hens," he muttered. "I'm gettin' myself ta bed, don't worry. My business for today is done. And I'll rest up for the next couple days, don't worry yer head about it."
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Post by amanika on Nov 28, 2010 18:54:50 GMT -8
"You flatter yourself," though Tantomile was still mostly teasing as she closed her briefcase and turned to leave, "we're merely protecting our investments." For the time being she was willling to let slide the fact that she and her brother had been behaving in the same way for once.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 28, 2010 18:56:37 GMT -8
"Uh-huh," Mac said, not very impressed. "I'm jus' so easy ta flatter I guess," he teased back, watching her go. "And I'm one hell of an investment."
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Post by amanika on Nov 28, 2010 19:26:04 GMT -8
"You're also one hell of a liability, so yes, you're lucky you can afford the likes of myself and my dear brother." Tantomile replied smoothly as she let herself out of the office, "Goodbye Macavity."
((Exit Tantomile))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 28, 2010 19:30:11 GMT -8
"Goodbye Tantomile," he said before the door closed, leaning back in his chair, considering the closed door as he finished the cigarette.
Sighing, he pushed himself to his feet, leaning too heavily against the desk. He growled low in his throat at the fact. Forcing his body to straighten, he made his way to his bedchamber, pulling all the curtains shut on his way, and curling up under too many blankets once he made it to the bed. There was little he hated more than being inactive.
[THREAD END]
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