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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 23:47:40 GMT -8
Misto blinked over at him. "Thank you," he murmured softly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 9:25:48 GMT -8
Cori nodded. "Of course. Do you have an preferences?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:04:13 GMT -8
Misto paused, and shook his head. "Honestly, hand me a book and I'll probably read it."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:09:35 GMT -8
Cori nodded. "Alright then." He glanced at his watch. "I should get going so I can get ready for work..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:11:51 GMT -8
Misto made a small sound of protest and hoped the other had somehow missed hearing it. God, he didn't think he used to feel this needy after having nightmares. "I thought that wasn't for another two hours?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:17:43 GMT -8
"Headed toward an hour and a half now. I have to get back tot he Demoniaque for my things before coming back downtown." He reasoned, though his ears had twitched at the quiet protest.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:21:58 GMT -8
"Right, of course," Misto said softly, looking down.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:27:59 GMT -8
"I..." He hesitated. "I might be able to wait for a bit longer.."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:34:06 GMT -8
Misto shook his head slightly. "No, really, I should be fine, don't go out of your way for me or anything..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:35:28 GMT -8
Cori hesitated a moment before drawing Mistoffelees into a tentative embrace.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:37:35 GMT -8
Misto blinked, wrapping his own arms around the other but trying so hard not to cross any boundaries or push for more touch even though he wanted, so badly, just to curl up against the other with his whole body and stay there.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:39:49 GMT -8
Cori simply held him, one paw coming up to stroke the other's headfur.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:42:42 GMT -8
Misto let out a small breath, one ear flickering slightly as it was brushed by Coricopat's paw. Tentatively, he moved a bit closer, letting his head rest against the mottled tom again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:47:35 GMT -8
Cori's paw stilled momentarily at the ear-twitch, but continued its motion a second later. "It's going to be alright, Mistoffelees. I'm alright and you are on your way to recovering."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:50:36 GMT -8
Misto let out a shaky breath, as much from the reassurance as the touch as the fact of hearing his name. No one but his uncle had ever really called him by his full name, but he'd found himself actually liking hearing it from the mottled tom--who hadn't said it since Misto had told him not to. He was surprisingly thrilled to hear it again. "I, I know," he said softly, trying to remain still and not shift any more into the contact. "But it's hard to remember that in dreams."
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