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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 11:17:16 GMT -8
Sighing, Mistoffelees flipped another page of the newspaper over. It was on his long break for the evening, and he'd come down to the restaurant level for something to eat--eating was good, he reminded himself--and to check through the newspaper for rents... again. He'd glanced through several already and was not finding much luck so far.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 27, 2011 11:24:05 GMT -8
Brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face while clutching a menu with the other paw, Maggie turned to the next table and nearly froze. Heart suddenly pounding, she took a deep breath and stepped forward. "E-excuse me sir, but h-have you been served?" Blast that blasted stutter...
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 11:28:09 GMT -8
Misto glanced up at her appearance, blinking and one ear flickering. He'd been a good deal too absorbed in what he had been doing. "Um, not yet?" he said, "And you certainly don't have to call me sir." It sounded far too much like how somecat would address his uncle, and he was far from comfortable with it.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 27, 2011 11:43:54 GMT -8
Blushing lightly, Maggie nodded quickly. "A-all right then, Mr. Mistoffelees. W-what would you like? I can recommend the soup of the day, clam chowder with f-fluffy biscuits." Damn and blast the stutter!
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 11:48:24 GMT -8
He blinked rapidly a couple of times. "Mr. Mistoffelees?" he murmured more to himself than her. Grinning, he shook his head slightly. "Soup sounds alright. Though, are you alright?" he asked, tilting his head toward her slightly.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 27, 2011 12:05:36 GMT -8
"Oh, um, I'm perfectly fine! It's just a little warm in here for me. Thank you for your concern." Her smile was genuine if a bit nervous. "Will the soup be all for you today then?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 12:07:32 GMT -8
He nodded, "Mhm." Though he didn't want to much eat even that, but he had work for several hours more and it was already getting late in the evening. "Thank you very much. I, didn't catch you name?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 27, 2011 12:20:49 GMT -8
Her tail wriggled, and Maggie successfully stopped herself from jumping in glee, if only barely. "I'm Maggie, Maggie Howe. It's wonderful to meet you at last, Mr. Mistoffelees. I'll be back in a moment with your soup." She turned and very carefully did not run back to the kitchen.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 12:24:44 GMT -8
Misto blinked after her, one ear flickering in confusion. "Nice to meet you too," he said softly, after her. Meet at last? he wondered briefly. And he should probably explain to her Mistoffelees was actually not his last name but... he did somewhat prefer that to Mr. Quaxo, or even Mistoffelees on its own.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 27, 2011 12:42:25 GMT -8
There was a loud clatter from the kitchen, what sounded like a feminine squeal, and then the door swung slowly open. The large white head and one brown ear of Oxford Howe peered around the ornate dining room. His eyes fell on Mistoffelees and stopped, staring the black cat in the eyes. A wicked grin grew slowly on the white tom's face. He didn't say anything, just retreated back into his domain.
[[Exit Ox]]
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 12:45:20 GMT -8
Misto had jumped slightly at all the noises, and turned his head toward the kitchen. Which was why he was looking that way when Ox poked his head out. Blinking rapidly, he quailed slightly under the other's gaze, an ear flickering when the other retreated again.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 27, 2011 13:13:47 GMT -8
When the door swung open again, Maggie's hair had more stray bits than before and she looked to be in a bit of a huff. However, she walked straight and tall, carrying Mistoffelees' soup on a tray. When she reached the table, she set down the bowl of soup before she began to speak. Her voice was slightly shaky, as though she were holding back intense emotion. "I apologize for the behavior of my uncle, he has been called odd by the most normal of cats..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 13:31:17 GMT -8
"Um," Misto said, glancing at the soup and then back up to her. "What behavior? The... staring strangely thing?" he shrugged. "I've encountered stranger behaviors though it was a bit... creepy."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 27, 2011 13:56:39 GMT -8
She noted the glance at the soup. "Oh, don't worry about the soup, it's not been tampered with. He wouldn't dare. ...I am sorry if he irked you at all. His hiss is far worse than his bite."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 14:01:48 GMT -8
Misto blinked again. "I had... not actually been suspecting the soup until you mentioned that." He grinned at her though, forcing himself to relax slightly from earlier that day. "He hardly irked me though. So, that, erm, was your uncle then?"
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