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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 22:29:04 GMT -8
Misto looked down again, taking a deep breath before looking back at the silver tabby. "Yeah, well, I don't think you actually planned that just..." he shook his head. "Just hell."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 22:31:47 GMT -8
"Still. I...I am sorry." His ears flicked back. "You didn't deserve that. Good luck."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 22:33:52 GMT -8
"I..." Misto sighed again. "Thanks for that at least." He paused for a moment, ear flickering. "And I would certainly appreciate you not mentioning this to your brother. I don't know how much you talk or anything but..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 22:37:45 GMT -8
"I...I would recommend telling him at some point. Soon."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 22:38:48 GMT -8
Misto bit his lip harder. "Alright, but I would prefer to do it."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 22:43:15 GMT -8
Mukus hesitated a long moment. "A week?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 22:44:33 GMT -8
Misto brought both paws up to rub over his face. "Alright, alright, a week. Next time I see him."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 22:45:37 GMT -8
"Alright. Good luck." He slipped out.
((Exit Munkustrap))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 22:49:56 GMT -8
Misto stood staring at the door for a long moment, letting his head thud against the wood for a moment before straightening and going to find Jerrie.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 22:53:09 GMT -8
Jerrie was perched in one of the chairs in the kitchen, his gaze focused closely on the wood in his hand.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 22:57:00 GMT -8
Misto hesitated in the doorway and stepped forward slowly. "Jerrie?" he asked quietly. "Do... do you want me to leave?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 22:58:09 GMT -8
"No." He didn't look up.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 23:01:59 GMT -8
Swallowing hard, Misto pulled one of the kitchen chairs out and perched on the edge, watching Jerrie but not saying anything yet.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2011 23:03:32 GMT -8
It was a long time before Jerrie looked up. "Why didn' I hear about this?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 23:05:43 GMT -8
"I," Misto took a deep breath. "I didn't want to talk about it, or admit, or think about." He bit his lip again lightly and glanced away. "I'm still sure I don't want to admit to anything because I... I'm sorry," he added, ears flickering.
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