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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 17:09:44 GMT -8
He glanced back at the bed in front of him before turning to her. "So then. How old are you now anyway? You were pretty young back then..."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 17:12:11 GMT -8
"I turned seventeen last month." She says, sitting back and smiling.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 17:14:33 GMT -8
"Congratulations," he said. "Are you still in high school then?"
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 17:16:37 GMT -8
"I should finish in May."
Provided I don't need to drop out before then to pay doctor's bills. she thought.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 17:38:05 GMT -8
Misto nodded. "That must be exciting. Do you, I don't know, have any plans for afterward?" Oh, how he'd hated hearing the question at his own graduation. Yet he was curious to know.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 17:58:22 GMT -8
"Not really. Work I suppose." She shrugged and her eyes dropped down and to the side.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 18:01:33 GMT -8
Misto's expression softened slightly, not with pity so much as understanding. "Well, work may be dull sometimes, but it's hardly a bad thing."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 18:11:06 GMT -8
"And I suppose there are worse places to be than Felidae."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 18:12:51 GMT -8
He blinked again. He could hardly think of many that could be worse, but decided against saying that aloud. "Perhaps." After all, he was still there too, wasn't he?
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 19, 2011 10:27:04 GMT -8
The silences between topics were getting longer, and she was starting to worry.
Taking the leap, she began, "If you don't mind my asking, I know it's really none of my business, but uhhh how did-" Her gaze flicked to him before once again seeming to find the floor interesting, "How did you end up in the hospital?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 19, 2011 10:56:51 GMT -8
One ear flickered back at that. He wasn't near ready to touch anywhere near the truth of that matter, but he still felt he should say something other than, 'none of your business.' "I... it was a misunderstanding," he said after a moment. He only wished that it had been a misunderstanding.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 19, 2011 12:42:04 GMT -8
Sensing an evasion, she tried to change the subject. "So, uh, if you work where you say you do, have you heard any good music lately?"
Her smile was a bit strained but the longer this conversation went on the more confident she felt that she wasn't completely hopeless as a cat of society.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 19, 2011 12:57:39 GMT -8
He blinked, a little surprised. "Well, there's not usually magic where I work persay, unless it's a special event, but there's a good band downtown." He wondered briefly if he would even be able to stand going there again, now the Coricopat was talking to him again. Another pause, as he considered. "Do you like to dance?"
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 19, 2011 13:00:11 GMT -8
"I... well. I've never been out dancing... per se. So I guess I could only say I don't know."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 19, 2011 13:06:05 GMT -8
"Well," he said, grinning faintly. "You should go sometime. It's wonderful."
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