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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:51:39 GMT -8
"I know." He continued to pet the black cat's ears gently, finding himself at a loss of what more to say.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:57:42 GMT -8
Another shaky breath and Misto couldn't really think of anything either. Closing his eyes, he just let himself bask there for a moment, feeling the rise and fall of the other's breathing. "I love you," he murmured, but it was so soft, and so muffled by the fact his face was turned against the other that maybe it couldn't even be understood.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:01:06 GMT -8
It was clearly understood and Coricopat froze at that. Absolutely froze. "I..." He drew back slightly, glancing at his watch again. "I have to go or I'm going to be late..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:07:12 GMT -8
Misto felt him draw back and felt his own stomach twist into a painful knot. Oh god, had he said that out loud again? He wanted to insist that it did not take an hour and a half to run uptown and back to the courthouse, but all things considered didn't dare. In many ways, he was too busy panicking on his own end to be entirely rational. "Ah..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:08:35 GMT -8
"I.." He cleared his throat. "I'll bring that book by later."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:10:31 GMT -8
Doing his hardest to not either lean in against the other or way from the other, Misto nodded. "A-alright. Thank you."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:13:50 GMT -8
Cori finally fully drew away. "Of course." He picked up his cane and then rose. "Take care."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:16:52 GMT -8
Misto forced his paw back into his lap rather than reaching out. When the hell had he become so needy. "You as well," he said softly. "Take care of yourself."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:20:21 GMT -8
Cori nodded before slipping out of the room quietly.
((Exit Coricopat))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:23:08 GMT -8
Mistoffelees watched him go and let his head fall against one paw. Hell, hell, hell, he was an idiot. Pulling his legs very carefully back onto the bed, he turned on his side, curling up as much as he could without hurting. But there was no way he was going to be able to fall asleep again. Not for a long while anyway. Rather, he had nothing to do but be alone with his thoughts.
[THREAD END]
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