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Post by sybbil on Feb 28, 2011 23:40:42 GMT -8
Leading the way up the short walkway from the street, Fred Howe swept his arms in a grand gesture towards the two-story house. "Welcome, to our humble home!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 28, 2011 23:43:56 GMT -8
Misto blinked at it, tilting his head slightly to consider it. He had asked the other to stop by the Wheeler's house on the way to grab his bags, but it had been late enough the other's where asleep, so he'd left a note telling Jerrie he would stop by the next day to talk to him, but that he had found some place else for the time being.
Re-adjusting the bags in his paws, he turned a faint smile on Fred. "Looks rather nice, all things told."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 28, 2011 23:54:15 GMT -8
Fred coughed into his fist. "Yes yes, all things considered. My brother has an unfortunate tendency to look for and find large comfortable houses no matter where we go... Fortunately, we can usually demand a decent enough salary to cover expenses." He eyed the suitcases in Mistoffelees' paws. "Are you sure you're fine carrying all that by your lonesome?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 28, 2011 23:58:20 GMT -8
Misto raised a brow at that. "I'm fine, really," he said. "It's just the two of them and I've moved them further than this before..." He looked over the house again. "It is a nice house though," he murmured, smiling faintly. "And it's hardly that big." Compared to the Jones' mansion, it looked rather homey. And very comfortable.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 1, 2011 0:12:03 GMT -8
"Well, if you're sure. And thank you, we like it too. Follow me, and watch that first step. It creaks." The lanky tom walked purposefully up the front steps and across the porch.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 0:15:01 GMT -8
Misto trailed behind him, stepping cautiously on the step, wincing slightly at the creak and getting off it. "Do you happen to have an extra key I can use?" he asked.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 1, 2011 0:23:11 GMT -8
Fred paused for a moment. "I think so... we might have it hidden in the kitchen somewhere, so I'll make sure to find it for you." Fred jiggled the doorknob and found it unlocked, and opened it gently. The front hall was mostly dark, though a light shone from a door farther down the corridor. Fred stage-whispered towards the light. "We're hooooome. Anybody awake?"
A soft grumble was heard from the kitchen. "Get in here, bird-brain. I've got the kettle on."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 0:25:10 GMT -8
Misto blinked at that, gently depositing his bags inside the front door to deal with later. Between one thing or another, he was half inclined to start thinking he was moving in with a French circus. He glanced at the other and then down the hall before starting down to where he heard that a kettle was on. He hoped there might be tea involved.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 1, 2011 13:24:55 GMT -8
Fred was already in the kitchen, opening up a cupboard, pulling down several different sealed jars, one marked coffee and the others marked with names of specific teas. Ox sat at the medium-sized table surrounded by five wooden chairs, reading a newspaper intently. While eye-balling the boiling kettle, Fred glanced over his shoulder at Mistoffelees. "Please, take a seat. He won't bite. Coffee or tea?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 14:31:19 GMT -8
Sitting quickly, Misto glanced between the other two toms, still wondering what exactly he was doing there. Yes, they seemed nice enough, and yes he needed a room to rent but... His day was feeling a whole lot more surreal than usual and honestly he was just as twitchy due to the fact they were both uncles.
"Tea please," he murmured, looking the large white cat over, who he had never actually really seen before.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 1, 2011 14:54:49 GMT -8
The kettle screamed and Fred went to attend it, holding two mugs in his hand. Ox glanced over his newspaper at Mistoffelees and snorted. "He's a scrawny thing, ain't he?"
Fred responded in the same tone. "All the same, be nice, Fat-head. I don't see why you're sulking, this isn't the first friend of hers that we've put up for a while. Our niece has the same amount of ability to read people that I have. Probably got it from me, actually." The last was directed at Mistoffelees. Fred chanced a look at the door. "Where is our girl, anyway?"
Ox grunted. "She finished cleaning up the room and raced down here to wait. I found her asleep with her face in the table. Didn't wake her up though, just took her up to her room and tucked her in."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 15:04:01 GMT -8
The smaller cat had been watching the other two quietly, ears flickering when his scrawny-ness was mentioned, though considering the cat speaking had a good foot on him, he didn't comment on it. His eyes flickered over to Fred when he turned to him, but he didn't comment on that either, nodding slightly. Honestly, he was just terribly unsure how to respond to them at all, and was retreating to how he had acted around his own uncle: which was not speaking unless directly addressed.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 1, 2011 15:25:06 GMT -8
Having finished preparing the tea, Fred placed a steaming mug in front of the smaller cat and sat down at the table as well. "Well, thank heaven for that."He turned his eyes on Mistoffelees. "I'm assuming you are tired, so we won't keep you up much later than this. Would you like to finish your tea first before I show you the room, or take it with you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 15:28:35 GMT -8
Misto accepted the cup of hot tea, wrapping his paws around it to get more of the warmth in him. "I'm fine here, for now," he said, before taking a sip. "Thank you very much."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 1, 2011 21:28:46 GMT -8
"Again, you're welcome." Fred smiled kindly. Ox harumphed, closed his paper, and stood.
"I'm off to bed. Enjoy your boiled grass." The white cat ambled out an the stairs creaked on every step as the white cat went upstairs.
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