Pride Tips His Hand ((35))

[Meadowlark]

Munkustrap was on lunch break and headed to the pawn shop, the house was in a state of disrepair--though better than it used to be--and he needed to see what he could get for some old jewelry of his mother's he'd managed to scrounge up while cleaning out the attic over the last few weeks. He paused as he heard his name called.

Coricopat approached with what could be seen as a languid air, but was much more constrained due to his favoring his left leg and trying not to cause himself more pain and exertion than necessary--after all it was only his second day out. "Hollister, well met."

"Mr. Zimmerman. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I was just curious if your office and client are still intending to see this to court?"

"I believe that is a conversation to have during office hours not on my lunch break."

"Of course. Just a curiosity so I can figure out what paperwork needs to be done when I return to my own office."

"As far as I am aware we are pursuing a trial."

[victoriousscarf]

Mistoffelees came out of a shop to the side, where he had been trying to figure out how to dress himself without having to return to Fourth street, and paused when he saw Munkustrap from the back. He should probably go and say hello at least. "Ah, Mr. Hollister," he said, striding toward him.

He froze utterly when he got closer and saw Coricopat standing beside the other. Opening his mouth, he to form a greeting for the other, and couldn't manage it. He had no tie on, and was even missing his deck of cards. It made him wish he had anything in his paws to fiddle with.

[Meadowlark]

Munkustrap had turned at the voice, arching an eyebrow as Misto stopped in his tracks. "Mistoffelees?"

Coricopat tensed, his grey eyes widening and then narrowing as he tried not to look like he was utilizing the walking stick in his paw as more than an accessory for the day. Far be it from him to admit he needed it after too many hours of working. His gaze scoped over the other's appearance--less put together than usual, and distinctly lacking a tie.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto's eyes darted between the two, and he frowned when he saw the walking stick. He wanted to yell at Coricopat to get the hell back in bed, and was trying not to look at his face. "Ah, um," he said, turning to Munku. "Hello. I just saw you and thought it only polite to greet you." His tail twitched and he willed it to not go for his leg.

[Meadowlark]

"...Hello." The defense attorney’s blue gaze moved from Misto to Coricopat--who was frowning at the smaller cat, almost daring him to say anything--and back. What on earth...?

[victoriousscarf]

"I should... um... be... going then." He glanced at Coricopat and tried not to let his face react at all, though his tail twitched again. "I should leave you two to your business..."

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat's eyes narrowed as Munkustrap spoke. "We were finished, I believe. Unless you had something further to say, Mr. Zimmerman?"

"Not a thing. Just that your client would do better to settle out of court."

"Not my decision."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto swallowed when he heard Coricopat speak, which was the first time the mottled tom had spoken since he'd arrived. He turned as if to go, wanting to get away.

[Meadowlark]

"Mr. Quaxo." Coricopat's voice cut into his attempt at leaving.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto froze midstep, his shoulders tensing as he slowly turned on his heel, swallowing hard before looking at the other. "Yes?" he asked softly.

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat hesitated, before continuing. "You're expected at work tonight, do try to be on time and presentable."

[victoriousscarf]

For a second all Misto could do was blink at him as something close to rage curled in his stomach. "I hardly think that will be a problem," he said, voice still soft.

[Meadowlark]

Cori looked him over pointedly. "Really now?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mistoffelees tensed at the scrutiny. "I just have to buy a new tie is all," he said, voice level though he hardly felt particularly balanced.

[Meadowlark]

Cori managed not to let his take on that show--considering the tie Mistoffelees had left with was the blue one. "And find a decent iron."