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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 22:15:29 GMT -8
He returned the faint smile. "Oh? Not a fan then?" he asked softly, continuing to gently pet her hair.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 22:16:57 GMT -8
She grimaced. "They're not even supposed to be seeking johns so openly. For pity's sake it masquerades as a burlesque house not a brothel." Grids sighed, leaning her head into his paw. "And their madame doesn't listen to me."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 22:17:47 GMT -8
"Should the madame listen to you?" he asked, actually curious, leaning over to kiss the top of her head slightly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 22:20:18 GMT -8
"When it comes to the well-being of her girls I should certainly hope Grizabella would goddamn listen to me." She almost snapped.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 22:29:19 GMT -8
Face still pressed against the top of her head, Macavity froze entirely, forgetting to breath for a moment. "Grizabella?" he asked, voice breaking on the name.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 22:34:04 GMT -8
Griddlebone paused, her ear flickering at his tone as she tried to draw back a bit. "Yes?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 22:40:14 GMT -8
Mac let her draw back but remained frozen, fur starting to stand on end. "Full name," he forced out. "What's her full name, what's she look like, sonofabitch how old is she?" He couldn't seem to convince his lungs to take in enough air.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 22:45:18 GMT -8
Her ears flickered at that. "Grizabella...Mar-something or other. She's smallish, a tabby, greying now, I think she may have had some gold to her fur at one point? Blue eyes. I couldn't say her age with any certainty...older?" Grids' green eyes scanned Mac's face. "Macavity, what's wrong?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 22:48:32 GMT -8
Macavity's paws came up to rest on both of Griddlebone's shoulders. "Try ta think really hard about that last name. Was it Marquardt-Hollister?" He was shaking, and he didn't even bother trying to stop.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 22:54:35 GMT -8
Her ears flicked back at that, her paw rising to rest on his as she considered before nodding. "I...I think so." Hollister....oh dear... "Mac? Who is she to you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 22:56:15 GMT -8
He sucked in a deep breath. "She... she... No, it can't be her there's no damn way..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 22:57:33 GMT -8
Grids reached out, resting a paw on his cheek. "Mac?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 22:59:16 GMT -8
"No," Mac repeated, shaking his head. "No, she left over twenty years ago, there's no way it could, that she could..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:00:54 GMT -8
The white queen stepped closer, taking his face in her paws and tipping it down so she could look him in the eye. "Macavity. Who is she?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:05:21 GMT -8
"I..." Mac took in a hard and deep breath. "If she..." he swallowed hard. "She might be my mother." He couldn't believe he managed to say such a thing out loud. He hated it, hated this shock that felt like a punch to the gut. She left that should have been the end of it, he shouldn't have had to think about it.
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