Sometimes Not What You Mean ((36))

[victoriousscarf]

Mac blinked and shook his head. "Naw, I'm just snoopin'. He's an interestin' type and I figure if he's goin' ta be around more--"and kissing my right paw--"Should know a bit more about him."

[amanika]

Tugger nodded, "He's a good sort, jus' a bit nervy at first. When we first met I'd threatened t'deck him within' the first ten minutes. Let him relax an' he's fine. An' he's still a good friend, so if it's all the same t'you Mac, I'd rather he stayed in one piece. Good friends are hard t'come by."

[victoriousscarf]

Mac arched a brow at most of that. "Well, to be fair I set off him as well in the first few minutes there. He offered me tea, I called him his uncle's name. I think we've balanced it out since then. And... I have no intention of physically harming him, or otherwise so far as I can help but... I can't speak for any other cats."

[amanika]

Tugger nodded, "Alright, but I ain't forgotten why y'said y'didn't want me involved round here anymore than I did that body at the docks."

[victoriousscarf]

Speechless for a moment, Mac nearly choked when he swallowed. He had been more thinking the emotional abuse he'd heard Cor heaping on the smaller cat earlier. Course, at least then he thought the other could stand up just as well and give back the same. "He's not in the gan'," Mac said after a moment. "He's only at the hotel... that't not ta bad. Should be safe enough. And I swear I won't hurt him if that's why you brought up... the body."

((... Oh dear. This is one of those conversations that are going to come and bit everyone in the butt...))

[amanika]

"I dunno what I brought it up really..." Tugger admitted, fiddling with stray hairs in his mane, "I jus'... there ain't many cats I care about, Mac. I jus' wanted t'be sure."

And maybe it was still bothering him, just a little.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac considered the other and nodded. "I understand. Especially about not carin' about many cats." He paused for a second and chuckled slightly. It was almost ironic really.

[amanika]

Tugger frowned at his brother, "What's so funny?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mac shrugged, not entirely sure how much detail to go into. "Just... interestin'. Wonderin' how that happened... he's your friend and Cor's one of my only friends"--who was he kidding, only friend--"and somehow they've ended up mixed together. Just... interstin' how things work out."

[amanika]

Tugger's frown deepened, "They have?" he recalled Coricopat and Mistoffelees from the ball now. "They did seem t'be gettin' on at New Year." he shook his head, "I don't see what y'see in Coricopat as a friend though."

((typical tug, always speking his mind))

[victoriousscarf]

For a very long time Mac didn't say a thing. "He's been my friend for half my life, Tug," he said finally. Well, mostly half his life. There was a six year gap in the middle there. "And he's still here. Beside you and 'Straps, how many people are still here after all that time? And," he winced slightly. "They aren't gettin' alon' now."

[amanika]

Tugger shrugged, "Ain't nothin' personal, I just can't take t'him, never could." he arched his eyebrow at his brother's next statement though, "Oh?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mac didn't comment that not being able to stand somecat was actually rather personal, instead only dealing with the second statement. "Yeah, they seems to have had... some kind of problem."

[amanika]

It wasn't personal in Tugger's eyes, he had no quarrel with Coricopat, he just couldn't warm to his brother's friend, and on the few occasions they'd met, it wasn't as if Coricopat had given him much cause to anyway. But for now he was more concerned about Mistofeelees anyway, "Y'gonna tell me what happened or jus' keep droppin' hints?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mac shrugged. "Honestly, they had a fall out, and it's over somethin' that if you want ta know, you can ask him about it. It's not my place ta tell you."