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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:30:27 GMT -8
Misto's eyes tracked that motion. "I don't know," he said finally, one ear flickering back. "But, ah, you're not supposed to do anything for the next couple days, and Doctor Cohen asked me to look after your bandages and such. He thought it would be better for me to do it than him."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:31:54 GMT -8
The lawyer's grey gaze moved to study the smaller cat before he picked up the glass and took a sip of water. "Cohen's probably right. I'd rather they go septic than deal with him again."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:35:15 GMT -8
"Right," Misto said quietly. "As long as you piss off the doctor, you should be fine."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:37:15 GMT -8
The glance which he received at that was less that kind, but was just weary enough that it couldn’t be called too threatening. Coricopat grimaced a bit, but didn't say anything in rebuttal.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:39:08 GMT -8
Misto took a breath and looked at the wall. "Okay, um, do you need anything? Or should I come back later?" He fiddled with his tie again and stilled his paw as soon as he realized what he was doing.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 6, 2011 22:40:38 GMT -8
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." His tone was clipped.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:43:12 GMT -8
"Okay," Misto said meekly. "I'll... go then. Just, call for me if you need anything. And, uh, if you don't I'll just check in again before I go to bed, alright?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 6:48:15 GMT -8
"Fine." He didn't necessarily mean to be so short, but these injuries put him at a disadvantage to any and all around him--especially the other cat living in his house--and he hated it. That wasn't even going into the receiving of the injuries which was enough in his opinion: he wasn't going to be able to use his claws for quite some time and he'd be walking with an obvious weakness in his left leg for even longer.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 9:04:00 GMT -8
"Right," Misto barely said and fled.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 21:32:48 GMT -8
Coricopat slid back down, still fiddling with the bandages on his paws. Cat, this was going to be horrific.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 21:40:26 GMT -8
Misto spent a few minutes in the kitchen just staring at the wall. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep. He spent the next hour scrubbing the already mostly clean kitchen and living rooms down, casting a new eye on the books on the bookshelf.
Finally he glanced at the clock, realizing how late it was, but he should check on Coricopat before heading to bed... though he still doubted he would be able to sleep. He slipped back toward the master bedroom, trying to be quiet.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 21:43:19 GMT -8
The lawyer, who'd been asleep--dozing more than anything-- opened his grey eyes at the sound of Misto's footsteps. He didn't say anything, simply focused his gaze to the left of the doorway.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 21:48:17 GMT -8
Misto shifted from where he was in the doorway. "Do you need anything?" he asked, seeing the other awake. "Food, tea, anything? I think the doctor left some pain meds too..." his eyes were drawn to the bandaged paws, which were currently the most obvious wounds.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 21:53:39 GMT -8
There was a long pause before the grudging answer came. "Tea wouldn't go amiss...nor would the pain meds."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 21:55:31 GMT -8
Misto swallowed and nodded, slipping away and back into the kitchen, putting the kettle on, and taking a look at the pain meds.
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