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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 14:58:37 GMT -8
"For the love of what?" Misto snapped. "If you didn't want someone to care about you, you don't go around inviting them to jazz clubs and buying them gifts, or giving them your room for the night or... or... or any of the other things you've been doing. You're shit at this." He was responding with hurt, otherwise he would never have been able to convince himself it was worth saying anything.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 14:59:47 GMT -8
"Damn it, Mistoffelees, leave it alone!" Coricopat snarled.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:02:03 GMT -8
"Leave it alone?" Misto asked, voice lowered and questioning, shocked, his paw actually resting on Coricopat's chest from where he had been pointing at the other earlier. "Are you serious?" he asked, a good amount of anger draining from him. Now he was just confused and hurt.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:03:34 GMT -8
Coricopat's grey eyes narrowed as he tried to back up away from the touch, finding himself with his back to the wall. "I am."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:08:11 GMT -8
"Oh like hell I will," Misto said, but his voice broke on the sentence.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:09:22 GMT -8
The other cat was too close for comfort, god, he couldn't do this. Backed into a corner both physically and emotionally the taller cat acted on instinct. He caught Mistoffelees by the tie--the blue one, strange--and pulled him close, leaning down enough to capture the younger cat's lips forcefully.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:13:22 GMT -8
His shoulders had tensed when he felt the mottled tom grab the tie, and he had tried to lean back only to be pulled forward into a kiss. As soon as he realized he was being kissed he relaxed into it quickly enough to almost prove what Coricopat had said earlier on its own. A good deal more damning was when he titled his head into it.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:14:47 GMT -8
For the briefest of moments Coricopat returned the kiss, but almost immediately he regained his senses and pulled back, pushing the smaller cat away. "Get out."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:18:06 GMT -8
Mistoffelees stumbled as the force propelled him backward and he froze completely, eyes huger than usual as he just gaped at the other.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:20:42 GMT -8
Coricopat's gaze darted anywhere in order to avoid looking at Mistoffelees as he moved to the dresser again. "Did you not hear me? Get out."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:23:25 GMT -8
"I..." Misto forced out, hating the fact he could hear his voice break on the single word. He felt like he couldn't breath.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:24:00 GMT -8
The ADA turned to the mirror, tying the red-orange tie about his throat, resisting the urge to tighten it to strangling point. "Get the hell out." He snapped.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:27:41 GMT -8
Misto stood frozen for another second before turning and running. He slammed the door on his way out and didn't stop running until he realized he was in the middle of town with no idea what to do or where to go.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:28:42 GMT -8
Coricopat closed his eyes, resting his paws on the top of the dresser. Good god what had he done?
[End Thread]
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