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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 9:17:16 GMT -8
Letting his head rest back against the couch Misto nodded. "Fair enough." He shifted again. "Just been fidgety all day... you don't actually have anything I could do, do you?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 14:40:35 GMT -8
"I...Not off hand? I mean, y' could work on dinner, I jus' dunno how Tea would respond."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 15:08:03 GMT -8
Misto shrugged. "Fair enough then. I should be fine..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 15:10:40 GMT -8
Jerrie opened his mouth to reply, but instead rose as somecat knocked on the door. He went and answered it, glancing at the clock.
"Evening, Mungo." Munkus said.
"Evenin', Munk." Jerrie stepped aside to let the other past. "You're a bit early."
"Got done sooner than I expected."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 15:14:53 GMT -8
Misto tilted his head back when he heard the door, and wavered for a moment before deciding it might be a decent idea to at least rise to greet the other. "Good evening, Mr. Hollister," he said.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 15:16:13 GMT -8
Munkus looked at him, in mild surprise. "Oh, Good evening." He glanced at Jerrie, not sure it was a good idea to discuss business in front of Mistoffelees.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 15:18:48 GMT -8
Noticing the look, Misto glanced over at Jerrie. "I can find something else to occupy myself with if either of you want me gone," he said, having a very good guess at what they were going to talk about.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 15:20:56 GMT -8
Jerrie considered and then shook his head. "Nah, stick around." He glanced between the two. "You're good with negotiatin' right?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 15:23:45 GMT -8
For a moment Misto blinked at Jerrie. "Um, me? Sure."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 15:27:28 GMT -8
Munkus raised a brow at that, but kept quiet for a moment.
"Well, we're short somecat who specifically deals with sales. You interested?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 15:36:15 GMT -8
It took several moments for Misto to respond beyond freezing. "I..." It was one thing to have almost every cat you knew involved in the underworld, it was one thing to sit in on the gambling tables at his uncle's place and learn tricks, hell it was even different being a dealer. To actually actively join a rum-running gang...? He glanced at Munkustrap and back to Jerrie. "I, sure." Alright, not to most ringing endorsement...
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 15:38:32 GMT -8
Jerrie glanced at Munkus, a brow arched.
The silver tabby considered and then shrugged. "If he explains what the hell that was with Coricopat Zimmerman on the street yesterday."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 15:41:20 GMT -8
Misto's ear twitched and flickered backward. Hell, he still couldn't believe the silver tabby had heard that the day before... "What about it?" he asked, voice wary and tail swishing.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 15:54:33 GMT -8
"What was going on there?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 16:04:40 GMT -8
"Does it matter, and was there anything specific?" he asked, not wanting to talk about it, and trying to remember exactly what had been said.
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