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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 21:53:52 GMT -8
Doc shook his head. "Just see that the wounds are kept clean and freshly bandaged. If something seems out of the ordinary about them don't hesitate to contact me."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 21:57:47 GMT -8
He swallowed and nodded. "Alright. Thank you again..." His ear flickered as he noticed the bundle again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:01:53 GMT -8
Doc shrugged, "It's what I'm paid for." He slipped out, dropping the sheets into the burn barrel before coming back in and grabbing his kit. "Take care. If you need anything at all, call me at the hospital."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:04:11 GMT -8
Misto nodded again. "Alright. Have a good night then," he said more out of an instinct to be polite than entirely meaning it.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:07:49 GMT -8
Cohen nodded once more, slipping out of the house, the door closing firmly behind him.
((exit Cohen))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:09:54 GMT -8
Misto stood in the hallway for a long moment, biting the inside of his lip and thinking... or trying to not panic. He wasn't entirely sure which. After a while he started forward with slightly jerky motions, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water, taking another deep breath, and going to the main bedroom. He almost hoped Coricopat would be asleep.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:13:18 GMT -8
No such luck. Coricopat lay, still on his right side, his gaze distant, a bit pensive as he went over in his mind exactly what would go in to tracking down the cats involved in this. His fingers were tracing over the bandages on the tips of each of them which covered his claws--every single one of which had been cut into the quick.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:14:29 GMT -8
Misto swallowed. "Um, I brought you a glass of water." He set it on the bedside table, walking quickly. He stepped back as soon as he set it done. "In case you wanted it. Is there anything else I can get you?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:15:54 GMT -8
The mottled tom roused himself from his thoughts, shaking his head slightly. "No. Thank you, though."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:17:39 GMT -8
Misto took another step back, almost by the door again. "You... this is your house?" he asked finally, quietly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:19:45 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced around, almost as though recalling the answer. "Hm? Oh, yes." He propped himself up, wincing as he adjusted his position and picked up the glass of water. He would rather nocat saw him in this state, much less Mistoffelees.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:21:13 GMT -8
"Oh," Misto said quietly, eyes tracking his movements. A paw came up to fiddle with his tie, the blue one, not thinking the motion through at all.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:23:16 GMT -8
Cori's eyes followed the motion, his lips quirking very slightly. "The color looks good on you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:25:13 GMT -8
Misto's eyes snapped to his and he froze slightly, missing a breath. "Ah, thank you." His paw unfroze and he smoothed it back down.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:26:07 GMT -8
Cori glanced down, still fiddling with the bandages on his fingertips. "Is there anything else?"
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