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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 17:41:00 GMT -8
"Now then, as to your place of residence..." He changed the subject.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 17:41:54 GMT -8
Misto felt a snarl forming in his chest. "What about it?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 17:44:52 GMT -8
"I recommend you remove your detritus from the premises or I'll throw it out."
Munkustrap's ears perked forward at that. Now that was interesting, the first clearly stated anything in this conversation...
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 17:49:37 GMT -8
Misto froze, spine tensing and his tail poofed out. It took him a couple breaths to figure out how to get his vocal cords working again. "I'll get right on that." The thought made him a little sick, the finality of something like that.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 17:52:48 GMT -8
"See that you do. Today preferably." Coricopat's tone was detached, but internally he was fighting with himself over this memorandum.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 17:57:48 GMT -8
Misto's stomach clenched. "Of course," he forced out past the lump in his throat. He didn't want to, oh hell he didn't want to. Couldn't he be angry again? This was so much easier to deal with when he was furious.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 18:02:52 GMT -8
"Leave the key on the kitchen table." God, he didn't want to do this, but damn it he couldn't have this weakness. That’s all it was--a weakening distraction.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 18:04:44 GMT -8
Misto refused to react. "Of course," he said quietly, voice even lower and his fingers curled up around the edge of his vest.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 18:06:39 GMT -8
"Well, I believe that's all I had to say. Good day to you gentlemen." Cori glanced between the other two, inclining his head.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 18:10:06 GMT -8
Misto jerkily inclined his head as well, not trusting his voice. Oh hell, he had even forgotten the other cat had been standing there.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 18:11:49 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced at Munkustrap who nodded slightly. The ADA turned to return to work, his limp present but less pronounced than it could have been. God, doing that hurt. What the hell was wrong with him?
((exit Coricopat))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 18:13:01 GMT -8
Misto jerked back half a step once Coricopat had turned, though his eyes were drawn to the limp. That damn bastard, he was limping... His ears flickered and his tail didn't remove itself from his leg.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 18:14:56 GMT -8
Munkustrap glanced at Mistoffelees. "I too should get back to work. Take care, Mistoffelees."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 18:18:26 GMT -8
Looking the other over, Misto nodded, movements a little too quick and jerky still. What had the other made of that and he didn't want to think about it. "Y-yeah, I need to go..." If he didn't get his things then he wouldn't be able to convince himself it was a good idea... and he should get his clothes to look presentable that night after all.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 18:20:58 GMT -8
"Alright, good day." Munkus tipped his hat, heading back to his office.
((exit Munkustrap))
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