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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 19:52:38 GMT -8
Jerrie's brows rose at that. "Really?" He shook his head. "Cat...I'm sorry t' hear that, Misto."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 19:55:57 GMT -8
Misto swallowed hard at that. "It, it's hardly your fault."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 20:01:29 GMT -8
"Still." Jerrie glanced at the clock, rising. "You gonna be okay here t'day?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 20:04:49 GMT -8
Misto nodded, still not looking up. "I should be. I... oh hell, I have work in the evening."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 20:15:24 GMT -8
Jerrie glanced at him. "Can y' call in sick?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 20:21:53 GMT -8
Misto paused, considered for a long moment and shook his head. "No, I don't think that would be a good plan. I'll be fine by then, really." He hoped to hell.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 20:27:59 GMT -8
Jerrie studied him and then nodded. "Kay, then." He glanced at the clock again. "Well, I gotta get goin' if I hope t' drum up any work t'day."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 20:30:33 GMT -8
"Alright," Misto said quietly. "I, probably won't be back until late. Is that alright? I could find a hotel..." That wasn't the Demoniaque.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 20:31:23 GMT -8
Jerrie shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Come in when y' get in."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 20:32:36 GMT -8
"... Thank you."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 20:40:54 GMT -8
"Not a problem. I'll see y' later, M." Jerrie replied as he started for the door.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 20:43:34 GMT -8
Misto nodded. "Have a good day, Jerrie."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 13, 2011 21:02:47 GMT -8
"You too, Misto." He slipped out, heading off to find some work.
((exit Jerrie))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 13, 2011 21:15:49 GMT -8
Misto leaned his head against the back of the couch after Jerrie left, leaving him rather alone in the house for the moment. He glanced down, realizing he was wearing the clothes he had worn the day before still, and tried to figure out what the hell to do about that. There was no way he was quite willing to go back to that house yet, and he didn't have time to wash them. This day was already just getting better...
[THREAD END]
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