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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 14:33:23 GMT -8
Munkustrap entered the Demoniaque, his blue gaze flickering around. He'd just come from the Palace, but still wasn't sure if this was a good idea. They needed the money, but after all Mac had done recently, surely he could find a different way to get it. He sighed very softly, who was he kidding? They were all but broke. He started toward the main staircase.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2011 14:37:44 GMT -8
Martin's eyes narrowed as he saw the silver tabby, but he smoothed his expression out. "Excuse me, Mr. Hollister?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 14:38:38 GMT -8
Munkustrap's ears flickered in that direction and he turned, arching an eyebrow. "Yes?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2011 14:41:38 GMT -8
Martin wanted to growl at the other cat, or see about discretely figuring out how to have him skinned rather than his own hide. "If you are here to see your brother, he is in his penthouse, and you should probably see about taking the lift."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 14:43:19 GMT -8
The lawyer swept his gaze in that direction, nodding once. "Thank you." He headed toward the lift, hitting the call button.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2011 14:45:57 GMT -8
Martin glared at his back for a moment, before calling over a helpless bellboy to tear apart for not moving fast enough for the guests.
Several minutes later, Macavity glanced up as he heard steps outside his door. "Come in," he called out, looking back at the papers in front of him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 14:49:07 GMT -8
Munkus pushed the door open, stepping in. "Evening, Mac."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2011 14:50:49 GMT -8
Mac blinked at the appearance of his brother, leaning back in the chair slightly. "Evenin', 'Straps. What brings you here?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 14:52:03 GMT -8
He took a breath, still having difficulty with his pride. "We need a favor."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2011 14:56:16 GMT -8
Mac blinked at him again, tilting his head. "You need a favor?" he repeated back to the other, actually trying the words out.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 14:57:42 GMT -8
It was a long moment before Munkus nodded. "Yes."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2011 15:06:54 GMT -8
Mac continued blinking at him for another moment. "Right," he muttered, shifting back and motioning for his brother to sit down. "What is it then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 15:07:57 GMT -8
Munkus took the seat, another long pause. "We're twenty-five short this month."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2011 15:13:21 GMT -8
Mac blinked at that, mentally going through about what the budget should have been, after all, he had run it for several years, and taking out the mortgage. "However did you manage that?" he murmured, already going to the drawer where he kept one of his wallets.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2011 15:14:58 GMT -8
"Jones doubled the amount of the debt we're paying per month." The silver tabby answered, a weary growl in his tone.
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