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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:51:49 GMT -8
"My mother," Mac replied. "Burlesque house at the docks. Find. Me. Everythin'. There. Is. Ta. Know."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 14, 2011 23:55:30 GMT -8
Cori almost considered asking if it could wait until morning, but simply nodded. "Let me get dressed first and I'll get to work on it." He'd see if he could find coffee or tea or something to keep himself awake in the meantime.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 14, 2011 23:59:53 GMT -8
"Thank you," Mac said softly, considered, and turned back down the steps, heading for the outside.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 15, 2011 0:06:03 GMT -8
Cori watched him go, arching an eyebrow at the white queen who followed him, but closed the door softly.
((Exit Coricopat))
Griddlebone caught up to Mac again, offering him his coat.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 0:08:03 GMT -8
He accepted the coat with a murmured thanks before stepping outside, pulling it on. Once the cool air of the night hit him, he paused, standing on the steps of the hotel and looking out over the lights of Felidae.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 15, 2011 0:10:24 GMT -8
Griddlebone wrapped her arms around herself as she stood next to him, glancing up at the red tabby, but deciding it was better not to say anything.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 0:11:36 GMT -8
He lingered there for a moment, before reaching an arm out and encircling her waist, drawing her to his side gently but still unwilling to say anything. Instead, he rested his head on top of hers, trying to remember what steady breaths were.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 15, 2011 0:14:12 GMT -8
Griddlebone returned the embrace, gently, resting her head against his chest, letting him lead any conversation at this point.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 10:23:18 GMT -8
After standing there for a while, he took in a deep breath. "She left," he murmured softly. "I thought that meant she left and wouldn't be found around here."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 15, 2011 10:25:16 GMT -8
"Maybe she did, maybe she came back? When did she leave, Mac?" Grids asked quietly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 10:34:36 GMT -8
He took a deep breath again. "When, when I was seven. S-so twenty-four years ago?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 15, 2011 10:36:57 GMT -8
So much for that theory. The Red Ribbon was established before Griddlebone arrived less than three years after that time. "I...oh, Mac."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 10:44:56 GMT -8
Mac took in a deep breath. "She left us with that... that... Tugger was only one and she left us alone there! And she never, in all that time, even tried?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 15, 2011 10:47:14 GMT -8
Griddlebone drew back slightly, looking up at him in confusion. "Mac? What..." She could guess but she didn't want to assume wrong.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 10:51:27 GMT -8
He glanced down at her, realized what he just said, what he implied more of, and tensed abruptly, stepping away. No, she didn't need to know that. Seeing the scars were enough, she didn't need to know where they came from.
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