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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:08:16 GMT -8
Grids' eyes widened. "Oh, Mac...I..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:12:10 GMT -8
He was shaking harder. "I... details, please, just anythin'..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:13:33 GMT -8
She stepped back, looking around. "Come sit down."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:15:43 GMT -8
Blinking, he shook his head but went with her anyway, sinking down hard and pulling her with him. "I, please, Grids, just... anythin'. Anythin' that she's like. Anythin' you can remember."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:20:03 GMT -8
She settled next to him, taking his paw and tracing it with her fingers. "Mac, maybe it's best to not talk about this right now?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:27:14 GMT -8
"I..." he sucked in a deep breath, before exploding. "She left years ago! She should have been lon' 'one ages ago! The hell she doin' here ru-runnin' a whorehouse!"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:30:39 GMT -8
Griddlebone's ears flickered back again. "Mac...." She murmured.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:34:47 GMT -8
He turned slightly panicked eyes on her. "Yeah?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:36:47 GMT -8
She placed a gentle paw on his cheek. "Shh. I know this is a lot to take in, but..." she broke off, "Is there anything I can do?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:38:32 GMT -8
"I... I don't, I..." he stared at her, wide eyed for a minute before standing abruptly and heading for the backstairs.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:40:09 GMT -8
Griddlebone startled, rising quickly and grabbing her coat just in case, picking Mac's up as she passed it as well. She hurried to catch up to him. "Macavity?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:44:01 GMT -8
"Not leavin' the hotel," he said, catching sight of the coats. "Not yet anyway. Need ta talk ta Cor..." he muttered, taking the stairs down quickly to pound on Coricopat's door.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:46:19 GMT -8
Griddlebone nodded slightly, but kept the coats as she followed him.
The sound of muffled swearing could be heard before light could be seen under the door. It was another minute or so before Cori opened the door, leaning on his cane with his dressing gown loosely belted on. "Mac? What is it?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:48:31 GMT -8
Macavity's fur was even further on end, and he was so jittery he barely noticed the other cat's state. "My," he swallowed hard. "My mother runs a brothel house down by the docks. I need you ta find as much information on that as possible, as soon as possible."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:49:35 GMT -8
Cori blinked, slowly, trying to process that. "Mac, can you repeat that. Slower this time?"
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