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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 12, 2011 18:14:48 GMT -8
Mac froze again, gaping at his brother. "You, that, not, you..." He growled again. "I have your damn back, but it doesn't do you much good when you're a moron!" he finally managed, tail as on end as his fur.
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Post by amanika on Jan 12, 2011 18:26:56 GMT -8
Tugger's ears lay back on his head at that, "Well if I'm such a moron then there's no bleedin' hope f'me anyway, so let me have what I got, few drinks with friends ain't hurtin' no one! Besides," he added after a second, "you're always out late. What's the difference?"
In Tugger's defence, half the reason he'd started going out of an evening was because it was better than spending them alone in the house or keeping out of the way of his father. He'd spent too many often miserable and always lonely nights locking himself in his bedroom.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 12, 2011 20:46:19 GMT -8
Mac crossed his arms over his chest, still standing farther away from the other than usual, his ears still flat and his fur standing up at odd ends. He forced himself to swallow, and try to calm down. "I'm not always out late," he muttered, a little sulky. "And just because you're a blasted moron doesn't mean there isn't hope for you..." He sighed, looking away. Hell.
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Post by amanika on Jan 12, 2011 23:43:45 GMT -8
To Tugger, that sentance just sounded like the biggest contradiction he'd ever heard. "Don't seem no different to me." he retorted, "An' lately, you're always out late, you were out when I left t'night!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 12, 2011 23:48:15 GMT -8
Mac twitched slightly. "Yeah, well..." he glanced away and then back at his brother. "I had... work ta do."
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Post by amanika on Jan 12, 2011 23:54:50 GMT -8
Tugger snorted, "Seems like a strange sorta' work t'me. Dissapearin' every night, ain't like I keep tabs on where you been, or wha y'do."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 12, 2011 23:56:51 GMT -8
"Yeah, well, I don't come home drunk," Mac snapped. Well, it was a wonder he didn't come home shot but that was an entirely different set of issues.
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 2:18:31 GMT -8
"An' neither do I," Tugger retorted, "most of the time. Jeez Mac, give me a break! I've just bin' havin' a good time with some friends, ain't like I get the chance too often, that really such a crime?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 9:09:41 GMT -8
Leaning back on his heels, Mac bit the inside of his lip. "... Maybe not."
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 14:38:18 GMT -8
"Well there y'go then." Tugger was starting to sound more exasperated than angry now. Though even as he glanced at Macavity, he was seeking some reassurance from the older brother he knew and trusted.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 15:00:30 GMT -8
...Which at this point Macavity was not entirely willing to give. "Just... you gotta drink while goin' out?" Mac asked with a sigh.
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 15:04:54 GMT -8
Tugger shifted uncomfortably when Macavity didn't meet his eyes, "I don't gotta, no, an' most'a the time I don't. But if a friend offers t'buy me a drink, where's the harm?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 15:13:44 GMT -8
Mac managed to bit back his angry retort at that. What's the harm? he wanted to demand, have you seen our father? "Well, can't you just..." he shook his head. "Whatever. You're playin' with fire."
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 15:20:51 GMT -8
Tugger shook his head, though now his tone had changed again, the hurt and betrayal he was feeling at that coming through clear as day. "Y'really think I'll end up like him? From a couple drinks?" Tugger felt cold all over, Macavity was the one cat he'd thought believed in him, just a little bit.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 15:27:23 GMT -8
Mac's ears, which had been starting to come up went flat again at the tone in Tugger's voice. "Is it worth the risk you might?" he asked softly.
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