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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 9:35:43 GMT -8
He grinned. "Well, it can safely be said I'm not most cats. And keeping to yourself? That's just boring." And he'd be out a job.
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Post by qualapec on Feb 15, 2011 15:46:49 GMT -8
Vala raised an eyebrow. "Can't being nosy get a cat killed in this town?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 15:50:09 GMT -8
Philip blinked at her for a minute. Another long blink. "Depends on where one's nosing I suppose. Why? You going to be a danger to my health?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 15, 2011 23:02:29 GMT -8
Vala found herself grinning for the first time. "Not generally. If you paw at me I might kill you, so fair warning."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 23:04:18 GMT -8
He raised a brow again. "Pawing? That's so... undignified. I think you should be safe from that from me. At least without permission."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 15, 2011 23:18:58 GMT -8
She blushed, highly doubting she would ever give him permission...but the thought was just an eency-bit flattering. "Since you're here anyway, you might as well have a seat."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 23:22:30 GMT -8
Philp sank down and glanced over at her, taking note of the blush and grinning. "So then, my darling, I don't think I got your name?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 15, 2011 23:25:09 GMT -8
Vala narrowed her eyes again, something old and reflexive fighting with the reminder that she was in a new city and needed to make friends. She sighed. "I didn't give it to you." She held out a paw. "I'm Vala Tortoiseshell. You?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 23:43:57 GMT -8
"Philip Hunt," he replied, accepting the paw. "What'cha do then?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 16, 2011 0:21:55 GMT -8
"I'm an officer with the local police department," she tried not to sound sheepish and uncertain as she said it. Generally, when she told toms this, the reaction was either intense dislike of her presumed masculinity, or they wanted to know all the gruesome details of the cases she'd worked on.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 0:23:30 GMT -8
Philip tilted his head, considering her again. "Really?" He wasn't actually sure how to respond to that. "Do you like it then?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 16, 2011 0:28:49 GMT -8
Normally quiet, that somehow triggered a very old rant. "The coffee's bad, the toms treat me like an abnormality - except the CO here, he's a good guy, I've seen more grotesque bodies than a butcher, I'm not allowed to carry a service weapon, and before Felidae I simply did nothing but paperwork." A beat. "I couldn't imagine doing anything else."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 0:37:28 GMT -8
"CO?" he asked. "That, he's new right? I remember something about that a month or so back. And bad coffee huh?" He paused over the rest of the rant, a little unsure how best to react. "Do you do more than paperwork here then?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 16, 2011 7:36:48 GMT -8
Vala almost smacked herself. "Yeah," she answered cautiously. "Sometimes I work with witnesses and crime scene photos." Which was technically true. She couldn't exactly tell him about her informal skills.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 9:10:01 GMT -8
"Huh," he supplied, sprawling his legs out forward on the bench. "I mean, so long as you like it..."
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