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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:07:32 GMT -8
Misto's mouth twisted and he looked away. "Right, cats aren't worth a damn so why bother caring about any of them?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 21:10:26 GMT -8
Cori opened the gate on the lift, stepping in, waiting for the other. "You coming?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:12:15 GMT -8
Misto's mouth twisted more and he stepped into the lift, shifting himself so he was as far away from the other as he could manage.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 21:15:19 GMT -8
They finally reached the thirteenth floor and Cori stepped off again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:17:47 GMT -8
Following him silently, Misto glanced around. Thirteenth floor, great. His tail swished behind him as he looked at the other's back.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 21:21:54 GMT -8
Cori frowned a bit at the lack of call before he knocked on the door to the penthouse.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:26:38 GMT -8
Mac glanced around the corner of the bedroom at the knock. Hell. He had been napping and thus not paying nearly as much attention as he should. Striding to the door, he pulled it open, blinking at the two in front of him. "Um, yeah?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 21:27:39 GMT -8
"This cat would prefer not to give his information to me, so since you're the one the intel would eventually be given to...do you have a moment?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:29:23 GMT -8
Misto could feel the fur along his spine go up at that, looking away from both of them.
Mac blinked, and blinked again. "Yeah, sure. Cor, what the hell?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 21:33:02 GMT -8
Cori shrugged a shoulder. "I have work that needs to be done as well, and don't have the energy to argue with him otherwise."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:34:51 GMT -8
Ear flickering, Misto bit his lip, where the mottled tom couldn't see him. He did so love being talked about when he was standing right there. It wasn't like his uncle hadn't done it enough to him...
"Not quite what I meant there, Cor," Mac replied. "What happened ta playin' nice?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 21:41:00 GMT -8
"I was. I have work to do. I'll be back in twenty minutes."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:43:19 GMT -8
"You don't look like you were," Mac informed him, looking between the two again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 15, 2011 21:47:06 GMT -8
"Mac, this is work you assigned for me to have done tonight. Twenty minutes and I'll have it ready for you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 15, 2011 21:51:29 GMT -8
Mac narrowed his eyes before finally nodding. "Fine, alright," he said.
Halfway into the conversation taking place over his head, Misto's tail had wrapped around his leg. God, everlasting cat he didn't want to be here.
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