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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 18:59:22 GMT -8
Unsure exactly why he was thinking it was a good idea, Mistoffelees found himself half stumbling into Coricopat's door. He was vaguely aware he was more drunk than he ever really had been, though he couldn't entirely recall why he was so drunk.
Yet, drunk or not, picking a lock was not terribly hard for him to manage. Staggering into the room, he glanced around, still not sure what he was even doing there except... except he wasn't getting over the mottled tom, and he was tired and hurting over the whole thing still, and said mottled tom had been glaring at him consistently over the last several days and... And for some reason being in the other's space was actually comforting him.
Everlasting cat he was an idiot. Taking another half stumbling step, he found himself tripping onto the bed, where he curled up on his side, passing out quietly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:01:52 GMT -8
Coricopat looked up as his desk clock stuck two. He sighed, rubbing his eyes before rising, picking up his walking stick and limping his way down to the fourth floor. He went to unlock his door and hesitated when he found it unlocked. He slipped out his gun, drawing back the hammer, better safe than sorry. He carefully pushed the door open, turning on the lights. He paused at the sight on the bed. What. The. Hell? No. Not here. Not now. He'd been doing so well without the other cat in his space and now he was on his bed. Oh, God.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:07:26 GMT -8
Misto stirred a little at the sound of the door opening, but didn't wake.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:09:00 GMT -8
Coricopat uncocked the gun, returning it to its holster as he shoved the door shut so it slammed. His grey eyes narrowed.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:11:42 GMT -8
Misto twitched at the sound and woke up, moaning, somewhere between still drunk and hung-over. "Wha...?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:15:31 GMT -8
Coricopat didn't move away from the door. "What the hell are you doing here?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:17:31 GMT -8
Misto blinked for a second, his face suddenly going lax with panic when he heard Coricopat's voice. He pushed himself up and felt the room spin around him. He balanced himself with one hand. "I," he said, voice thin and reedy as his eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the light that seemed like it was trying to attack him. Swaying, he tried to form a coherent sentence.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:21:35 GMT -8
The mottled tom looked him over, blinking slowly. "Oh dear god, you're drunk."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:24:11 GMT -8
Misto winced. "I... think so. Oh god." His eyes flickered around the room, still wincing, until they finally landed on the mottled tom before abruptly heading down.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:28:34 GMT -8
"What are you doing here?" He looked Mistoffelees over, frowning at the orange--good god, what an abomination--tie around the other's throat.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:31:37 GMT -8
"I..." Misto looked around. "I don't remember," he said, voice very small as he looked around again, swallowing hard at the sight of the room. He truly only had vague memories of how he ended up there.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:34:07 GMT -8
"Well, you're in no state to leave." He didn't sound thrilled with that.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:36:51 GMT -8
"No," Misto said, trying to stand up and stumbling. He caught himself on the wall. "I'm fine I..." One paw lifted to cradle his head with, as the room spun around him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:38:36 GMT -8
"You can't hardly stand. The first policeman that sees you will pick you up."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:41:09 GMT -8
"I made it here," Misto protested. "I'll be fine, just give me a second..." Though even as he said it, he still couldn't stand up straight. At least, he thought he made it here... he could have been dropped off by somecat. It was really fuzzy still.
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