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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:22:26 GMT -8
"Where would you have gone? I couldn't risk that. Not with the information you're in position to gain or give."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:24:58 GMT -8
"And everything else? The jazz club, for instance?" Misto asked and realized he really, really did not want to hear the answer to that question.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:26:05 GMT -8
"The jazz club was an accident, it was careless." Came the cold answer.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:34:05 GMT -8
"Careless?" Misto said, wavering between taking a step forward and another one back. "What exactly do you mean by careless?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:35:06 GMT -8
"I mean careless. It was a mistake to mention it. It happens to be a haven of mine and I prefer not to have my employees there." He snapped in response.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:38:34 GMT -8
Misto rocked back, feeling slightly like he had been hit. "You're a bastard you know that? Do you do this to everyone? Is that why you were so damn surprised when I said I liked you? Liked, by the way, as a friend."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:39:56 GMT -8
"Do what to everyone? And I've yet to see any cat react like you have." He rejoined, icily.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:41:41 GMT -8
"I meant do you end up driving everyone away as soon as you realize they're getting close to you? Are you that terrified of other cats?" Misto half wavered again and took a step forward. "And react like what?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:44:46 GMT -8
"Like this. With temper, and hurt. And people don't usually have any inclination to get close to me." The mottled tom rejoined.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:45:53 GMT -8
"Please tell me you don't wonder why," Misto drawled. He paused, and then took another step forward until he was in Cori's space. He poked the other in the chest with one paw before he could think the motion through. "You act like you're all that, like you don't need anyone. You're so full of crap."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:46:49 GMT -8
Cori growled. "I don't wonder at all. I make certain they don't. I can't afford friendships or anything more than that. People are of use, but otherwise? They aren't worth a damn."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:49:40 GMT -8
Misto flinched back at that, feeling his tail tightening around his leg as his ears went back. He figured his expression was pretty apparent as well, as he felt like somecat really had slapped him. "Then why the hell am I here?" he asked, voice strained. "And you are still so. Full. Of. Crap."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:51:55 GMT -8
"Because you're denser than I expected." He growled, his jaw tensing. This wasn't going well. He needed the other tom out of here, out of his room, out of his house, damn it out of his life.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:53:53 GMT -8
"So I'm dense. You weren't trying too hard there."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:54:46 GMT -8
He growled softly. "Oh for the love of--"
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