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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:11:15 GMT -8
Mac nodded. "Well, why'd you stop? If it's supplies, those wouldn't be ta hard ta track down again..."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 14, 2011 23:48:20 GMT -8
"Inspiration," Brachen answered simply. "One day..." a very specific day in the South, "...I just sort of lost it. Everything's fine technically, but I don't feel like I'm able to put much of myself into it anymore." It had caused him no end to frustration --- painting had always been a way out in his mind, and he knew those tendencies were manifesting themselves in other ways, aiding his slow descent.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:53:31 GMT -8
Mac frowned. "That... hell. I 'uess there's not much I could do ta help with that sort of problem." He paused. "Which day?"
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 0:11:18 GMT -8
Brachen swallowed and he felt his face go thin. Before he could speak or even realized what he was doing, he nervously pawed at his collar, claw subconciously tracing the scar around his throat.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 0:12:50 GMT -8
"Oh," Mac said softly, catching the motion before reaching out a paw to take Brachen's, pulling it down to the table between them. "I'm sorry, should've 'uessed."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 13:08:17 GMT -8
"It's fine. It's not like I've been very forthcoming with information." His tone was calm, but he unconsciously squeezed Mac's hand. "I lost a lot then."
((What's the matter, Brachen? All that killing, you afraid to die?))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 16:41:53 GMT -8
"I, yeah," Mac said softly, squeezing his paw. "If you want ta talk about, I'm here. If you don't, I'm here anyway but, it depends on you, yeah?"
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 18:46:49 GMT -8
"I know. I really do. I'm just not sure yet whether that would help me put it behind me." Brachen felt safe with Mac's paw on his. It reminded him of a time when he was genuinely happy. "But I know I don't want to talk about it today. I want to catch up."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 18:51:10 GMT -8
Macavity nodded. "Alright. Anythin' you want right now." Speaking of things like that, his stomach reminded him then of the fact it was rather hungry. He drew back, somewhat reluctantly, also noticing that a few other cats were starting to give them askew looks. "Speakin' of wantin' things," he said, sitting back. "Care ta order lunch? It's what we're here for, ain't it?"
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 18:56:33 GMT -8
"I feel like a nice burger. It's been entirely too long since I've had something unhealthy." His face split into a wide, childish grin. "And ice cream!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 18:59:39 GMT -8
Mac smiled faintly, fondly at the other cat at that. "Well, we certainly have some semblance of both. Even have milkshakes if you like."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 19:09:34 GMT -8
Brachen quietly cackled. "That gladdens me. What are you eating?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 19:14:01 GMT -8
Mac considered, glancing over the menu again. "Soup of the day, and milkshake," he shot Brachen a quick grin before it faded out slightly.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 19:44:03 GMT -8
"Look at you at the top of the world," Brachen purred. "I think I should spend more time around here just to watch you order cats around."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 19:45:36 GMT -8
Mac blinked for a moment before letting out a deep laugh. "Well, you're certainly welcome ta han' around, for that or any other reason you please."
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