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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 18:56:43 GMT -8
Jones' eye narrowed. "You could try," he growled. "You really could try. But then again, you've been trying for a while, haven't you? Now get out before I call my guards in to remove you from the premises. After all, that would hardly reflect well upon your standing now would it?" He replied with an equally mirthless smile.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 18:58:54 GMT -8
Coricopat looked him over carefully. "If I find him injured again I'll know where to come and you'd best hope I don't." The mottled tom turned to exit, opening the lock again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:01:18 GMT -8
Jones blinked, something like fear almost curling in his stomach when he realized the door had been locked the whole time but he shoved it aside soon enough. Simple indigestion was all. "Well, I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he said. "I'll be sure not to hurt him again then." The mottled tom had slipped up it seemed. Less about employees and more about him was it?
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:03:55 GMT -8
Coricopat managed not to pale at that. Damn it to hell. He offered Jones a brief nod. "Good evening to you. Keep away from those associated with the Demoniaque." With those words he slipped out, heading to the Demoniaque for the rest of the night.
((Exit Coricopat))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:07:26 GMT -8
Jones leaned back, watching him go. Interesting, all things told, he mused, reaching out and picking up his wine glass again, sipping from it. His curiosity about the ADA had almost skyrocketed after that.
[THREAD END]
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