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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 18:04:11 GMT -8
Munkustrap sighed as he entered the house, closing the door firmly shut, grimacing as the wood scraped against the door-frame. He hung his hat and overcoat on the coat-tree behind the door. He set his worn, brown briefcase down at the foot of the stairs—he’d worry about the case files inside later. For the moment, though, it sounded like he had the place to himself and he fully intended to take advantage of that and gain a few moments of quiet before either his younger brother or his father arrived.
The silver tabby moved through the front room, picking up a discarded beer bottle on his way past his father’s threadbare easy-chair (did no cat else in this house process that alcohol manufacture, sale, and consumption was considered a federal crime now?), and entered the kitchen through the swinging door—the white paint on it chipped and cracking. He dropped the bottle in the waste bin before stepping over to the stove and starting some coffee brewing as he opened the daily paper he’d bought while waiting for the bus.
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Post by amanika on Oct 3, 2010 18:19:19 GMT -8
Tugger sat up with a start as he heard the front door bang, scrabbling around for his wrist-watch on the bedside table to check the time, before realising he was still wearing it.
In fact, Tugger was still fully clothed, well partially at least, socks and slacks, the braces dangling from his hips. His mane and headfur was tousled from the bed, he'd been napping on top of the blankets, though his watch confirmed it hadn't been for more than a couple of hours, which was something at least. Ah well, it wasn't as if he'd had anything better to spend his afternoon doing anyway.
Running a hand through his headfur, which did nothing to improve the state of it, Tugger got off the bed and made his way downstairs, making for the kitchen, where he could hear sounds of someone making coffee.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 18:26:03 GMT -8
Munkus glanced at the coffee percolator with a slight frown. It didn’t seem to be doing its job as well as usual. He set the paper aside, well away from the heat of the stovetop, and checked that the burner under the coffee was, in fact, on. It was, and it was on the heat setting that was normally required. His blue eyes narrowed. If the stove was giving out now too he was leaving.
The lawyer straightened, shaking his head at that thought, knowing he’d never carry it out. The worst that would happen is they’d have to work with cold meals and no coffee until they could get a new stove, which would be the first thing on the list of priorities after making the mortgage and utilities payments. In other words, it could be a good month or two before they could afford to replace the range. He growled something obscene under his breath as he turned the heat up just a tad and returned to perusing the business section of the Journal.
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Post by amanika on Oct 3, 2010 18:31:08 GMT -8
Tugger pushed open the kitchen door, yawning as he did so, and glad to find it was his brother in the room and not his father, though he'd suspected as much anyway, it was around the time Munk was usueally back.
"Evenin'," a pause and another yawn, "how's the day job?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 18:35:13 GMT -8
Figures Tugger would be home, Everlasting Cat he needed to get a job or something to do during the day. Munkus folded the newspaper precisely, setting it aside again as he shrugged. “It’s good enough, just finished the latest case.” He paused for a moment as he dug through the cupboards to try and find a couple of mugs that would actually hold liquid without it seeping through any cracks.
“How was your day?” The question was almost absent as he checked a pair of cups, finally satisfied that the coffee wouldn't scald whoever was holding them.
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Post by amanika on Oct 3, 2010 18:50:12 GMT -8
Tugger shrugged, almost mirroring Munkustrap's earlier movement, though his whole expression was non-comittal, "Boring. So boring I fell asleep." That and he didn't like being home alone, sleep was a good way to ignore the fact.
"You won the case then?" he asked, though he wasn't particularly interested in the reply, but talking to someone about anything seemed like a bonus right now.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 18:52:50 GMT -8
“Unfortunately, no, we didn’t. It was close, considering how long the jury was out on it, but in the end the DA’s got a farther reach than we do.” He turned off the stove and poured a cup of coffee for himself, glancing at his younger brother. “You want some?”
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Post by amanika on Oct 3, 2010 19:02:02 GMT -8
Tugger nodded, "You don't sound too worried though? And sure," a pause, "we got anything to eat?"
He could have checked earlier, but he'd had no appetite then.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 19:07:48 GMT -8
“The most losing means to me, for this case anyhow, is the potential for a position above me opening up. Certain mobs dislike the first chairs on cases where their enforcers get put away.” The dismissive shrug that accompanied that comment was belied by the nervousness that flickered momentarily in his eyes. Changing the subject, the elder tom poured a cup of coffee for Tugger as he nodded to the icebox. “You know where any food would be as well as I do.”
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Post by amanika on Oct 3, 2010 19:15:43 GMT -8
Tugger snorted, "Sounds to me like you're better off where you are." he made for the icebox as he spoke. Pulling an expression of clear distaste at the contents, "Bread, milk," a pause, "milk looks off, not a lot else." he closed the door again, "Think I'll stick with coffee."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 19:18:37 GMT -8
“Probably am, but the better pay is for those further up, and we could use the money, considering your apparent dislike for anything resembling work.” He took a sip of his coffee, glancing pointedly at his younger brother.
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Post by amanika on Oct 3, 2010 19:29:19 GMT -8
Tugger's ear twitched in mild irritation, he didn't look at his brother, but turned away from him to pick up the coffee cup from the counter instead.
"Who the hell would take me?" the tone wasn't defiant against Munkustrap's words, in fact, Tugger sounded more defeated. There were mixed feelings that came with that though, leaving Tugger feeling somewhat churned up inside, for all their differences, he'd rather Munkustrap wasn't in a dangerous position at work, he couldn't handle being left alone again. He didn't actively think the last part, but the feeling was there.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 19:33:11 GMT -8
Munkustrap sighed, he’d known better than to bring that up, but since Macavity left they’d lost a primary source of income. “I don’t know, but there’s got to be something out there you can do. Odd jobs or the like, even.” He paused. “It would get you out of the house a bit more. Might cure that continuous boredom too.”
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Post by amanika on Oct 3, 2010 19:43:36 GMT -8
Tugger fiddled with a tangled hair in his mane, leaving the coffee untouched on the counter. "Odd jobs? You know I got suspended from shop in school."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 3, 2010 19:48:12 GMT -8
Munkus managed, narrowly not to choke on his coffee at that. “What?” A slightly bemused expression graced his features as he shook his head. “No… I had forgotten that.” He paused a moment, processing that, unable to comprehend the level of…incompetence? “How did you even manage to do that?”
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