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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:55:36 GMT -8
He shouldn't have come. Part of Macavity knew that. And the last thing he needed to be dealing with was large groups of cats with the smell of alcohol hanging over everything... but what he did want, need, was Griddlebone. Was some reassurance after what just happened.
Stalking inside the Fishbone, feeling utterly lost and like that damn seven year old kit that had been left behind, he looked around.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 10:58:59 GMT -8
Griddlebone looked up as somecat else entered. Her eyes widened at the sight of Macavity and she flagged down a cat who acted as her emergency barkeep. "Bill, I need you to run the bar for the night, can you do that?" After receiving an affirmative answer she slipped out from behind the bar and wove her way toward Mac, batting a couple of paws away from her skirt with a quiet hiss.
She finally reached the red tabby's side. "Mac?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:01:49 GMT -8
He glanced down at her. Somewhere inside he could feel all his composure start to break at the sight of her and the thought of talking. "Grids," he said softly, and oh, beyond him breaking, his voice broke on the word.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:05:06 GMT -8
She glanced around, before gently taking his paw. "Come on, let's head to the back." She looked up at him for another moment before starting to lead him in that direction.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:09:30 GMT -8
Macavity let himself be led by the paw, unresisting and exhausted. "She offered me tea," he said faintly, sounding lost. "Of all the things in the whole world and she asked me ta stay for tea."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:11:27 GMT -8
She didn't respond until they had reached the kitchen. She closed the door, turning to him. "What's wrong with tea, Mac?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:13:06 GMT -8
He blinked at her. "Beside the fact that after twenty four years that's the only thin' she can think of?" He shook his head and said, very softly. "Because tea's not the answer ta anythin', and certainly not ta broken ribs."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:15:37 GMT -8
"Yes, I meant besides that." She replied softly. "And...broken ribs?" She didn't pursue that, opting instead to move over to the table, motioning for him to take a seat. "Mac, what happened when you went to talk to her?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:19:03 GMT -8
"We talked," he said, sitting down as commanded without actually thinking about it. "She told me she had left us there for our own good, because we could have had a chance there," he continued, and let his head fall against his arms on the table at that last bit there. He wanted to laugh bitterly, hysterically at that, but worried more about actually crying. He hadn't cried like that since he was seven, and there was a very good reason.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:22:03 GMT -8
Grids considered the other kitchen chair but instead went and knelt by Mac's side, resting a paw on his leg. "Oh, Mac..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:26:34 GMT -8
He turned his head to look at her, and decided that decency and dignity had long since become pointless, and slid out of the chair to wrap himself around her instead, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "She... hell, that..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:28:33 GMT -8
The white queen held him close, her paw gently finding the base of his neck and massaging it gently. "Oh, Mac. I...I wish there was more I could do."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:30:58 GMT -8
He swallowed hard, pulling her closer. "This," he said, swallowed and started again. "This is enough for now."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:32:03 GMT -8
She nodded slightly, just holding him. "Alright. If there's ever anything else..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:34:24 GMT -8
"I'll let you know," he said softly, still clinging to her for lack of a better term. "I just... god..."
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