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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:31:10 GMT -8
Misto turned around a couple times, trying to get his brain to think after he had fled Coricopat's house. Jerrie... he wondered if Jerrie was home. He started down the road towards the other's house, and when he got there, he dithered around on the porch for a moment, before he pounded on the door.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:36:34 GMT -8
Jerrie looked up at the frantic knocking at the front door. "If you'll excuse me a minute, Munk?"
The silver tabby nodded, folding the papers they'd been discussing and sliding them into his pocket as he glanced at his watch. Damn early for anyone to be knocking.
Jer opened the front door, his eyebrows rising. "Misto? What are y' doin' here?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:37:32 GMT -8
"I..." Misto raised his paws and let them drop. "I..." Yeah, this one was going to be fun to explain.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:40:17 GMT -8
Jerrie looked at him a moment before stepping aside. "C'mon in. Y' look like hell, what happened?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:41:05 GMT -8
"Um..." Misto's face crumpled up. "I..." he looked away. "I just..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:42:32 GMT -8
"C'mon. Take a seat on th' couch. Anythin' I c'n get you?" Jerrie's brow creased with worry.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:43:25 GMT -8
Misto shook his head, stepping into the house. "I... I'm sorry."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:46:27 GMT -8
"Don't apologize. What happened?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:48:28 GMT -8
Misto sank down to the couch and actually laughed, though harshly, as he buried his head in his paws. "I... I may have gotten kicked out again." He felt like he was about to become hysterical.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:53:42 GMT -8
"May have?" Jerrie asked as he shook his head at Munkus who had taken a step out of the kitchen where the two had been discussing business.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:54:40 GMT -8
"Well, there was a pretty firm "get the hell out" in the conversation at one point.” Misto shut his brain down on what had happened right before that. He was not going to think about that.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:55:35 GMT -8
"Well, y' know you have a place here." Of course he'd need to confirm that with his sister, but the sentiment was there on his part anyhow.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 15:57:27 GMT -8
Misto looked up at his friend from around his paws. "Thank you," he whispered.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 15:58:45 GMT -8
"A course. Y' know y' always welcome here. What're friends for?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 16:02:30 GMT -8
"Only place in the damn world it seems," Misto said, and couldn't help how bitter it came out. "B-but, thank you."
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