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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 14:09:27 GMT -8
Not sure how to respond she lay there kind of frozen, letting him continue to spill words. "It's nothing. We met once, a long time ago. It's not important."
Yes it is. She thought, but only to me, and I'm not important.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 14:12:23 GMT -8
One of his ears flickered back at that. "It, how long ago?" he asked softly, setting the book aside and turning more to look at her. Something made him feel like yes, this was probably important and he wanted to know what it was.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 14:14:17 GMT -8
"Almost ten years ago, now." She said and rolled onto her back, folding her hands across her stomach and looking at the ceiling.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 14:25:15 GMT -8
He blinked at that. Ten years, ten years... His eyes widened and he blinked more rapidly. "Wait, where you that kit that was being beat up all those years ago?" he asked softly. Of course he remembered that day. He had been going back to talk to a favorite teacher, and spend some time with one of the few adults he ever came close to trusting as a kit, and had been made so furious by what he'd seen. Of course, after yelling at the moron kits, he'd shown up to the teacher's room shaking like a leaf and unable to believe what he'd just done.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 14:26:57 GMT -8
Victoria risked a glance at him, "then you do remember?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 14:32:28 GMT -8
He nodded. "Yeah. You've just," he paused and almost blushed. "You've grown up a lot since then was all. I did't recognize you as the same kit."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 14:36:11 GMT -8
She nodded and returned her gaze to the ceiling.
"They really did stop you know. Not just that day. They left me alone the next day and.... they never attacked me again."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 14:39:58 GMT -8
Misto blinked, actually shocked by that. Glad, certainly, but rather surprised. "That, that's good," he said softly. "I'm really glad."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 14:46:37 GMT -8
She was silent again. Unsure of what to say. Here was this cat she had admired for so long from afar, right here with her, and he remembered her. Even if he had needed a little help, he remembered.
This was the sort of cat she admired. He was the sort of cat that mattered in ways she knew she never would. He changed peoples lives.
Her tail relaxed and her ears settled to a relaxed sideways position.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 14:52:44 GMT -8
He smiled faintly over at her. "So what happened then?" he asked, voice still soft. "To end with you here?"
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 14:59:49 GMT -8
"I... uh... wasn't looking where I was going. Broke my leg, not badly, but the Doctor says I need to stay off of it." She smiled sheepishly and glanced at him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 15:01:42 GMT -8
He blinked. "Wow. Yeah, staying off a broken leg is a good plan. How'd you break it? Did you fall?"
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 15:05:39 GMT -8
"It's kind of embarrassing." She sat up, sitting with her shoulders hunched a little, though her sheepish smile hadn't gone away.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 15:11:44 GMT -8
His smile became a bit stronger and he shrugged, managing not to wince as he did so. "I don't know. There are plenty of embarrassing reasons to end up in the hospital. I'm sure there are plenty of people here who have you beat in that regard." Like himself, in some ways. Walking out onto the street drunk was such a brilliant plan after all. "But you don't have to tell me of course, if you don't want to."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 15:16:59 GMT -8
"I walked into a Tom's car as he was parking it." She buried her face in her paws, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Strange how he put her at ease, how he made her feel good about telling that story despite the embarrassment.
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