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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 12:53:48 GMT -8
Taradan ran a hand through his headfur, "Ricky! Cat, what does that kid think 'e's up to?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 12:55:45 GMT -8
"No idea, it's certainly a long way from your parents' house isn't it? I suggest you do your job properly next time, Mister Logan."
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 13:00:22 GMT -8
Taradan opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it as Coricopat's words sunk in. "Yes sir," a pause, and Taradan sounded more resoloute as he added, "an' I'll sort out that brother of mine as well."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 13:41:29 GMT -8
"We'll call it youthful high spirits, but at the very least let me know what's going on there. I would hate for him to get caught in crossfire." The tom turned his attention back to the papers in front of him. "Dismissed."
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 13:46:36 GMT -8
Taradan nodded, "Understood." he got to his feet and pushed the chair back where it belonged, before exiting without another word. Coricopat's door closed a little sharply behind the tabby tom though, enough to bang just a bit. Taradan was rather preoccupied with his own thoughts, damn it Ricky!. He'd better find that brother of his, good thing he was dropping in at home before work that night anyway. He just hoped his youngest brother would be there.
((exit Taradan))
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 13:49:39 GMT -8
Corciopat's lips twitched into a smirk as he cleared his desk, locking the desk drawers and then leaving his office, locking that as well. It might be useful to keep that kit working for Jones, but he would have to see...
[Thread End]
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