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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 16:46:26 GMT -8
"Because as awful as it may be it's still home in many ways."
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Post by amanika on Feb 1, 2011 16:55:47 GMT -8
"Meanin'?" Tugger's tail contined to twitch, his ears flicking in irritation, he probably wouldn't be pushing this so much, but the fact that Munkustrap seemed to be avoiding looking at him was making him edgy and a little distrustful of the answers he was getting.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 16:58:23 GMT -8
Mac finally stepped away from the pot, letting the food cook for the time being, glancing around to make sure there were enough clean dishes. He glanced between his brothers again, but they were old enough now to work out their own issues, he decided, setting silverware for three on the table.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 16:58:51 GMT -8
Munkus stilled the motion of the knife before he hit his paw with it, he was growing agitated enough. "Meaning I'm here because Felidae's home to me and I don't fit anywhere else."
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Post by amanika on Feb 1, 2011 17:05:36 GMT -8
"That ain't no more of an answer, f'Bast's sake stop payin' more attention t'that lettuce f'two minutes, an' tell me what y'mean!" the pent up anger and frustration rushed from Tugger rather suddenly, his voice raising for the first time since he had come downstairs.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 17:08:17 GMT -8
Munkus slammed the knife down, turning to face Tugger, his ears going flat. "What do you want me to say, I just told you why!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 17:14:28 GMT -8
Mac nearly slammed the plates down on the table, and managed not to. Grown. Adult. Cats. At least, that's what he thought his brothers were, it was certainly what they were supposed to be.
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Post by amanika on Feb 1, 2011 17:23:04 GMT -8
"I wanted y'to bleedin' well look at me f'a start." Tugger snapped back, though his ears had flicked back, and the volume was gone as quick as it had come. Apart from that he didn't really know what he did want Munkustrap to say. Maybe that he'd come home for more than just the place, perhaps a bit for the cats there as well.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 17:25:40 GMT -8
Munkustrap took a calming breath--and another--before speaking again. "I wanted to come back because this is home, it's where I grew up, it's where I belong, and it's where those few cats I care about live."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 17:29:10 GMT -8
Mac turned to glance at Munkustrap, leaning against the table and crossing his arms over his chest. He blinked for a moment, absorbing that.
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Post by amanika on Feb 1, 2011 17:33:53 GMT -8
Tugger's ears pricked up just a little at that, though his tail wrapped back around himself and he was silent for a long time.
Finally he chanced a look at his middle brother, meeting his eyes again as he made to speak.
"I..." he cut off again as his voice cracked. Swallowing rapidly he squared his shoulders, turning away to lean heavily against the edge of the sink for a moment, tail curling on itself.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 17:38:25 GMT -8
Munkustrap's ears flickered again, but he turned to finish chopping the lettuce.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 17:40:10 GMT -8
Mac sighed, shifting himself off the table, going back to the stove, and putting a paw on Tugger's shoulder.
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Post by amanika on Feb 1, 2011 17:56:58 GMT -8
Tugger flinched at the touch, tail curling a little tighter, but he tolerated it. However ashamed of his emotions he was feeling, knowing Macavity was still there helped, though he swallowed back the lump in his throat a little harder, almost cringing as he felt his eyes prick. Damned if he was going to cry.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 17:58:05 GMT -8
Macavity tightened his grip slightly before moving to finish the rest of the food preparations. Almost done with that at least.
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