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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:00:51 GMT -8
Coricopat's gaze moved to the half-empty glass of water on his side table and he propped himself up carefully again to take a drink, considering how long he would likely be stuck in bed. Longer than he liked no matter how you cut it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:03:14 GMT -8
Several minutes later Mistoffelees re-entered the room, meds in one way, and a still brewing cup of tea in the other. He set the tea carefully down on the bedside table, and glanced at how much water was left in the cup. "Take the meds and I can refill your water," he said, voice still very quiet.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:06:29 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced at him, holding out a paw for the medicine, disinclined to say something since it was probably going to be rather unkind or blunt. Perhaps both.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:07:22 GMT -8
Feeling his stomach drop slightly, Misto handed him what he needed, stepping back a pace. "Um, how are you feeling then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:10:03 GMT -8
"Fine." He replied, taking the pills, setting the glass aside again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:12:41 GMT -8
Misto opened his mouth slightly, inclined to protest that, but he snapped it shut again, taking the glass and refilling it, lingering in the kitchen a moment more than he should have before bringing it back. "W-What happened anyway?" he asked, setting the glass down. All his movements were slower and more measured than usual.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:17:39 GMT -8
"Hm? Oh, some cats were looking for information on Macavity." Cori replied absently as he picked up the teacup, checking how well it was brewing.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:21:17 GMT -8
Misto's eyes tracked the motion, his tail swishing and finally giving up to just wrap around his leg. "What information on him would they need that you would have? What information would be worth doing... this to you?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:27:34 GMT -8
"Some bloody idiot let them know exactly where I'm positioned in the hierarchy. The information they were seeking is anything that might undermine his hold on the city, but..." He shrugged, grimacing at the pull that put on the marks on his back.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:32:02 GMT -8
Misto forced his next breath to be relatively even. This all sounded too farmiliar after living with Jones for so many years... "So that's where Macavity got all his money then?" he asked softly. "Running a gang? And you're a part of it?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:34:53 GMT -8
Coricopat blinked at that, setting the tea-strainer aside as he considered whether to answer that. He finally nodded a bit. "Yes."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:36:37 GMT -8
There was no chance for the next breath to be normal, and on his exhale he also let out a slightly panicky, "Oh."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:40:42 GMT -8
"I'll need to contact Mac in the morning." Cori mused. "Though I suppose now would be just as viable considering his hours of sleep..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:43:43 GMT -8
"There is no way you're standing to get to the phone," Misto informed him, point blank, focusing on that rather than the fact he was suddenly a whole lot more terrified than he had been before. Though the fact his tail was wrapped around his leg, and his ears were flickering was a decent indication of that.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 7, 2011 22:44:47 GMT -8
The mottled tom frowned at that, surveying the smaller cat. "It's hardly going to have any lasting damage considering the short distance from here to the phone."
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