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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:45:57 GMT -8
"No. You are not leaving in that state." Cori spoke with finality.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:48:28 GMT -8
"No, no," Misto protested. "I'm sorry, I'll be fine I just..." He let his head thud back against the wall as he said it though, only half processing any of Coricopat's body or tone cues.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:52:43 GMT -8
"That wasn't up for debate!" came the snapped response.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 19:55:38 GMT -8
Misto flinched back and stared at him, wide eyed, unable to miss that cue. Taking a shuddering breath, his eyes had snapped over to the older tom, but he was unsure what to do after that, so remained leaning against the wall, just staring at the other.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 19:56:53 GMT -8
Cori had been planning to get some sleep, but apparently that was unlikely at best. "You'll stay here. I have work I can do."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 20:01:14 GMT -8
"Like hell," Misto said, ears flickering back and he tried to stand from the wall again, this time at least managing to remain upright on his own and take one swaying step. "I have no intention of taking your goddamn pity or anymore favors."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 20:04:16 GMT -8
"It's neither. If you leave and get picked up it reflects on the Demoniaque." He responded, icily, still standing in front of the door.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 20:07:03 GMT -8
Coming to a standstill, Misto sucked in a breath, looking at him from where he was still standing on his own, though he was shaking slightly and he wasn't entirely sure why. He made a slightly strangled sound, but wasn't entirely sure what he could say to that.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 20:08:50 GMT -8
"Stay here. At least until you sober up some."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 20:16:27 GMT -8
For another moment, it half looked like Misto was going to protest that, before he sank backward onto the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his head in them.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 20:19:37 GMT -8
Coricopat eyed him and then moved over to a chair in the suite, resting a paw on the back of it as he lifted first one foot and then the other to remove his shoes. God he was tired.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 20:22:31 GMT -8
Misto turned his head on his knees to watch him silently. He bit the inside of his lip, arms coming to wrap around his knees.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 20:25:13 GMT -8
He felt Misto's gaze on him so was careful not to wince at how stiff his nearly healed wounds were feeling. He carefully removed his crimson tie, glancing at Misto. "Where did you get that abomination around your throat?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 8, 2011 20:26:27 GMT -8
Misto blinked at him for a moment, having no idea what he was talking about. Then he saw the orange out of the color of his eye. "None of your business," he muttered, turning his face away, his arms still wrapped around his knees.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 8, 2011 20:29:48 GMT -8
"You hate color, and yet you've been wearing ties of color all week, I believe."
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