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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 23, 2011 23:52:20 GMT -8
Mac nodded. "Yeah, it's somethin' else. But he really is a decent sort."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 23, 2011 23:56:50 GMT -8
"Cats like that are rare for this city," Brachen said, dramatically lifting his coffee cup. "I do wish him the best of luck."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 23, 2011 23:58:39 GMT -8
"Or, sadly, the worst of luck," Mac murmured, sighing again. "But you'll be careful?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 24, 2011 0:07:10 GMT -8
"Like I already told you, I'll be more careful." Brachen grinned, looking over the side of his mug. "I don't even want something like that to happen again..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 24, 2011 0:09:53 GMT -8
"Good," Mac said, voice slightly hoarse. "I'd prefer somethin' like that not ta happen again ta."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 24, 2011 0:11:54 GMT -8
"So sweet, all this time and you're still worried about me."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 24, 2011 0:14:31 GMT -8
For a long moment all Macavity did was stare at him, before standing suddenly. "Yeah, I do, so take damn care of yourself. You know where I am if you need anythin'."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 24, 2011 0:19:45 GMT -8
Brachen's eyes widened. He...honestly hadn't meant to offend Mac. "Mac hold up, dammit. I was trying..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 24, 2011 0:23:26 GMT -8
Mac wavered for a moment, staring down at him, the line of his shoulders softening. "I know... I'm sorry, I just..." he shook his head. "I don't know how ta react and it's botherin' me. I just want you ta be okay and that ain't goin' ta happen with what you're doin'. And of course I still damn well care, I thought you'd figured that out."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 24, 2011 0:39:16 GMT -8
"I feel...helpless," Brachen replied. "Mac, since they tried to hang me I feel like I'm trapped in a gladiatorial fight with a stranger in my head. I know it's always been bad, I know that, but I just, everything goes red and the next thing I know there's a body hitting the ground." He rubbed out a tight spot in his head. "I don't know why I said that you didn't. I know you do..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 24, 2011 0:40:12 GMT -8
Mac sank back into the seat across from the other. "Brachen, hell. Can you, is there any cat you've considered talkin' ta? Beside me?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 24, 2011 0:42:58 GMT -8
"I don't trust anycat, Mac. Makes it hard to find a therapist."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 24, 2011 9:13:23 GMT -8
One of Mac's ears flickered back, as he leaned back against the seat again, posture slightly defensive. "I know, but damn it Brachen, this is really serious..."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 24, 2011 18:13:51 GMT -8
"Mac, to admit that you're criminally insane you have to admit that you've committed a crime." He paused. Mac was reaching out to him. "Do any of your cats have the kind of training? Any that you'd trust." Maybe if Mac trusted them, he could talk.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 24, 2011 18:17:31 GMT -8
He sucked in a breath and let it out. Trust? Not so much. "One works for me. She certainly knows about the crimes and such... That wouldn't be news ta her." Didn't mean he liked her.
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