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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 0:12:36 GMT -8
Misto laughed a little awkwardly of that. "Uh, so yeah. Really now, thank you. I still can't believe its color, but thanks."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 0:14:40 GMT -8
The mottled tom's lips quirked into something vaguely resembling a smile. "You're welcome."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 0:16:35 GMT -8
Misto shifted a bit awkwardly, feeling something strange twisting in his gut. "So, um, I should probably... head home before it gets too late," he said, swallowing.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 0:19:07 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced at the clock, hesitating for the briefest moment before nodding. "Probably. Take care."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 0:19:41 GMT -8
Misto glanced over at him one more time before pushing himself off from where he'd been leaning against the table. "Uh..." He wanted to say something more or---or--- hug the other. He wondered if he would get his eyes clawed out for something like that though. "Take care," he settled for finally. "Be careful tonight, okay?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 0:20:51 GMT -8
Coricopat offered him a fleeting smile. "I always am. Same to you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 1, 2011 0:22:41 GMT -8
Hesitating for a moment, Misto was half inclined to say something else, but gave him a sloppy imitation of a salute and walked out, his stomach still twisting and tie in paw.
((Exit Mistoffelees))
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 1, 2011 0:23:51 GMT -8
The lawyer chuckled before heading up to his office and locating his revolver. There was a meet tonight and he would prefer to not take risks. He slipped from the office to take the files up to Mac and then to round up the henches he was taking with him.
[End Thread]
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