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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 15:56:53 GMT -8
Ricky lay on the floor of the main room of the apartment, his chin propped on his paws as he flipped through a book, not really reading, just trying to find the "good parts." His ears tipped toward the front door at the sound of pawsteps in the hall. No one was due home for a while, probably one of the neighbors.
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Post by amanika on Jan 1, 2011 16:05:29 GMT -8
Taradan yawned, he'd not slept well when he'd got home from the Demoniaque late last night, the conversation with Zimmerman playing over in his head. He needed to talk to Ricky and fast. The problem was going to be how to get the kit to do this willingly, scare tactics didn't seem to have worked so far, and Taradan was short on ideas. At least he knew there was a good chance of Ricky being home alone right now, his other brothers would be out working and their mother always did the shopping this time of day.
Taradan reached the apartment door and used his key to let himself in, calling out to announce his presence, "Anyone home?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 16:06:44 GMT -8
The kit turned his head back down to the book, calling out, recognizing his older brother's voice. "In here."
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Post by amanika on Jan 1, 2011 16:15:28 GMT -8
Taradan headed into the main room, depositing coat and hat on a chair as he did so, "Jus' you in I take it?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 16:18:19 GMT -8
Ricky glanced at him, nodding slightly as he continued to thumb through the book. "Yeah."
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Post by amanika on Jan 1, 2011 16:25:53 GMT -8
"Good." Taradan sat down in another chair, he leaned back, enjoying his family home being so quiet for once. "I was hopin' you might be about."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 16:46:09 GMT -8
"That never sounds good." He closed the book, looking up at his older brother.
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Post by amanika on Jan 1, 2011 16:54:50 GMT -8
"Neither does Zimmerman tellin' me he wants t'see me in his office." Taradan remarked, knowing this wouldn't make that much sense to Ricky, but hoping to at least make his brother curious.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 17:02:29 GMT -8
It worked. The kit's ears tipped toward his brother. "Who?"
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Post by amanika on Jan 1, 2011 17:22:34 GMT -8
"Suppose you could call 'im my gang boss, or the real boss's second anyhow, though it ain't ever good if someone that 'igh up wants you in their office."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 17:38:18 GMT -8
Ricky's ears flickered at that. "What'd 'e want?"
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Post by amanika on Jan 1, 2011 17:50:28 GMT -8
Taradan leant back a little more pausing to yawn again, "Couple things."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 17:52:42 GMT -8
"like?" The kit finally sat up, drawing one knee up to wrap his arms around it.
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Post by amanika on Jan 1, 2011 17:54:46 GMT -8
"Well he asked me t'take on a job f'one, so it wasn't t'fire me at least." Taradan said, he looked at Ricky and sighed, "But you ain't half makin' life difficult for me at the moment."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 1, 2011 17:57:46 GMT -8
Ricky's ears lowered at that as he rested his chin on his knee. "So it was 'bout me again?"
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