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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:37:35 GMT -8
"If you want to talk I'm here, but you don't need to." She murmured, running her fingers through his hair tenderly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:45:51 GMT -8
He nodded against her shoulder. "But, hell, what's there ta even talk about? She left us. With him. When I was seven. Tug was only a year old and she just left us alone..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 11:47:12 GMT -8
"I...maybe she did think it was best. Cats don't always understand when things aren't."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 11:51:41 GMT -8
"She damn well knew what he was like," he snarled, tensing. "She knew what was goin' ta happen and she left her kits with him anyway."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:06:16 GMT -8
Grids sighed. "I've never known her to be the cat who most considers how things affect those around her. I'm sorry Mac."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 12:09:07 GMT -8
Mac paused, and her comment suggested a way out for him to think about anything other than his own pain. "How lon' have you known her?" he asked faintly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:10:36 GMT -8
"I..." She hesitated. "I was eight or nine. So, a little over twenty years?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 12:14:53 GMT -8
Mac calculated that quickly. "Sonofabitch," he muttered darkly. "So she has been here the whole time." He paused for a moment. "What happened?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:16:24 GMT -8
"How do you mean?" She asked quietly, rather than answer the last question directly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 12:24:01 GMT -8
"What happened when you met her?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:24:45 GMT -8
"I was scrounging for food, she found me and took me in." Grids replied quietly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 12:28:28 GMT -8
For a very long moment Mac remained silent. "Took you in," he said slowly. "Ta... ta that place?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:33:52 GMT -8
Griddlebone shrugged. "I was a dresser for years. I told you I grew up at the docks."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 12:37:48 GMT -8
"Not someplace like that," he said softly. Maybe he should have guessed, or thought, but he didn't want to.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:39:58 GMT -8
Her ears fluttered a bit at that. "I didn't many other options, Mac."
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