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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 28, 2010 22:08:47 GMT -8
Martin glanced at the stage and back to Zimmerman. He was never coming to this place again, and even if the other cat hadn't been there, he would never have come back. Terrible, pretentious little place.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 28, 2010 22:13:20 GMT -8
Cori finally rose. "I hope you have a terribly delightful evening, Smith."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 28, 2010 22:24:29 GMT -8
"And you as well," he said mildly, offering the other cat a broad smile.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 28, 2010 22:28:03 GMT -8
Coricopat replied with a thin one of his own before heading to the door. He paused as he exited. "Logan, I want to see you in my office tomorrow evening before you head out on any assignments."
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 10:03:31 GMT -8
Taradan's ears pricked up sharply as he heard Coricopat's tone. For the other cat to address him like that, especially outside of the Demoniaque, something had to be wrong. He almost growled, but checked himself just in time. "Right," he managed after a moment, "I guess I'll be there then."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 29, 2010 11:15:55 GMT -8
"Good. Good evening." He offered the tabby a nod before heading up the stairs to street level.
((Exit Coricopat))
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 14:05:56 GMT -8
Taradan shivered, somehow he didn't think it was just the cold. He leant back against the doorframe, tipping his hat to block the draught that blew down the steps. Great, now he had all night to wonder about what he could possibly have done this time to end up in another interview with Coricopat Zimmerman.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 16:15:08 GMT -8
It was maybe fifteen minutes before Martin came through the door as well, his tolerance for the music having long since worn thin. "Logan," he said to the other as he stepped through.
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 16:18:57 GMT -8
Taradan just nodded in response, preoccupised with other thoughts, though glad to see Smith leaving as well. Hopefully the rest of his night would be free from familiar encounters with anyone but regular customers.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 16:46:42 GMT -8
"Well, have a good evening then, try to keep your brother out of trouble," Martin said, turning up his collar and angling himself to leave.
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 16:48:37 GMT -8
Taradan frowned at Martin for a moment, even going as far as to catch the other tom by the shoulder, not agressively yet, but enough to make sure he couldn't just walk away. "Which brother?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 16:53:10 GMT -8
Martin turned enough to stare at the paw on his shoulder like a dead rat. "The little one, the loud one."
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 16:56:01 GMT -8
Tardan looked at Martin, feeling his stomach sink as he slowly put two and two together. Now he was not only concerned for himself tomorrow, but for Ricky as well. "Smith, you bleedin' dirty rat!" he all but snarled, grip tightening momentrily.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 17:22:56 GMT -8
Martin could feel his jaw actually drop at that. "Excuse me?" he hissed, voice low and tight.
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 17:39:01 GMT -8
Taradan glowered at the tom "Don't play games with me. I always knew y'were a nasty piece o'work."
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