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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 18:38:43 GMT -8
Jerrie sat back in a chair int he front room, working on a carving, his gaze on the note in front of him. He was glad Misto had found somewhere else--for the black cat's sake--but still, he wasn't sure how happy he was that he'd heard about it via note. It made sense considering the hours his friend was keeping, but still.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 18:41:28 GMT -8
Running a paw through his headfur, Mistoffelees stood on the porch for a moment, lingering before he could convince himself to knock. Admittedly, he still had the spare key and could well have let himself in, but somehow it seemed almost more polite to knock first.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 18:42:33 GMT -8
Jerrie looked toward the door, snapping his knife shut and stowing it, and his carving, before rising. He went and answered the door. "Hey, M."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 18:51:11 GMT -8
Misto shifted slightly and then offered the other a genuine smile. "Heya Jerrie."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 18:51:56 GMT -8
Jer returned the smile. "C'mon in." He stepped aside to allow the other passage.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 18:53:54 GMT -8
Almost hesitant still, Misto stepped inside, glancing back toward him. "I... sorry about leaving a note like that, I just didn't get back until past eleven thirty and you were both already asleep..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 18:55:01 GMT -8
Jer shrugged. "It's fine. Figured it was somethin' like that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 18:57:08 GMT -8
"Still," Misto murmured. "Felt kinda bad about it."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 19:01:12 GMT -8
Jerrie shrugged a bit. "So y' found somewhere t' rent then?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 19:04:14 GMT -8
Swallowing, Misto nodded, shifting slightly from paw to paw. "Yeah, I thought it might be a better idea all around."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 19:07:25 GMT -8
Jerrie shrugged. "If y' think so. Where y' stayin'?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 19:12:12 GMT -8
Misto sighed softly. "Renting a room at a house off McCraw Road. The brothers who own it are both cooks at the Demoniaque. It... it's different there, but it should work out alright."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 19:13:12 GMT -8
Jerrie nodded. "Well, if y' need anythin' y' know I'm here."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 1, 2011 19:17:22 GMT -8
Misto leaned against the wall, letting it take his weight. "Yeah. You know... this wasn't just about... how things were between us. I, personally for my own sanity, needed to be able to be someplace that's mine, not a friend's couch. I appreciated it so much, but I can't live off favors, you know?" he asked softly, looking more at the ground than the torbie tom.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 1, 2011 19:18:35 GMT -8
Jerrie hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, I get that. Either way, know y' got a friend here y'ever need anythin'."
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