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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 10:23:09 GMT -8
"Because I know my brother." Teazer replied simply, "An' there's a reason he's out there workin' on the truck whilst you're in here."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 21, 2011 11:24:20 GMT -8
"Hmmm..." he hummed under his breath, not looking at her and returning his entire attention to very, very carefully chopping the meat.
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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 11:44:26 GMT -8
Teazer turned to face Mistoffelees, paws on her hips, she was about to say something but he attention was caught by his careful cutting instead. "It's gonna' be midnight b'fore we eat if y'keep on at that pace." there was no unkindness in her words, but a little exasperation perhaps.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 21, 2011 11:47:51 GMT -8
Pausing, he gave her a arched brow. "You exaggerate," he said softly, cutting the final strips--all very carefully the same length and size--before dumping the board into the pan he'd gotten out earlier.
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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 11:55:43 GMT -8
Sighing, Teazer shook her head and turned back to what she was doing. "Y'never answered my question y'know."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 21, 2011 11:58:23 GMT -8
Misto scowled, shoving the pan in the stove. "No, I didn't."
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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 12:15:15 GMT -8
Teazer's ears flicked a little at that, though she didn't otherwise react. That would be a yes then. she frowned to herself, she wasn't going to press Mistoffelees, it wasn't technically any of her business, but Jerrie's reaction had concerned her as well. And she'd rather not live with a whole lot of bad feeling in the house. She supposed she'd see what happened at dinner.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 21, 2011 12:19:05 GMT -8
Misto leaned against the counter as he watched the stove cooking for a minute, his arms crossed against his chest. He supposed there should be some sort of small talk or... or something. "So, how was your day then?"
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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 12:42:31 GMT -8
Teazer sighed a little, finding it hard to make normal conversation with the tension still in the air, but she supposed it was only polite to try. "Not bad thanks, jus' the same as usual. What about yourself?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 21, 2011 13:55:49 GMT -8
One day perhaps, he would remember not to ask questions he didn't want to give the answer to himself. He shrugged. "Fidgety. I, erm, managed to clean half the house. Sorry if that was stepping on your toes, I just needed something to do."
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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 14:18:15 GMT -8
Teazer frowned a little, "I don't mind at all, but I thought y'were workin'?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 21, 2011 14:24:25 GMT -8
"It was my day off," Misto said quietly, ear flickering. How he hated days off. "Besides, I work in the evenings anyway. Only reason I'm here now is because it's my day off."
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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 14:31:32 GMT -8
Teazer nodded, "Fair enough. Jer' didn't mention what y'were doin'. she finished up the last of what she was doing an went to fill the kettle at the sink before setting it on the stove, "Y'want coffee or somethin'?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 21, 2011 14:33:09 GMT -8
He opened his mouth to request tea, realized what he was about to do and snapped it shut, looking away. "No," he said quietly.
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Post by amanika on Feb 21, 2011 14:36:10 GMT -8
"Y'sure?" Teazer asked, getting out cups for herself and Jerrie. "How long til the meat's done?"
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