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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 21:29:07 GMT -8
Taking a breath, he tried to reorganize his thoughts even to actually ask. "Could you, please, if just for a moment..." He blinked up to actually look at Coricopat. "Hold me? Please?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 29, 2011 21:39:53 GMT -8
"Can I..." The other cat froze for a moment, processing that question. "I..." How was he supposed to respond to that? Yes would be the right answer, and frankly the one that a large part of him wanted to give. But...god... He drew the other toward him and, almost hesitantly, embraced Misto cautiously, stiffly. It was one thing when the other initiated it in a blind panic, quite another for this sort of thing.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 21:47:03 GMT -8
Mistoffelees let out a shaky breath at that, resting his head against the other's chest and very lightly resting his paws on the other's sides, not quite embracing him, and not clinging, but certainly touching him. He took another breath and let it out again slowly, just listening for a moment to the other's heartbeat. "...Thank you."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 29, 2011 21:49:53 GMT -8
"Mhm." Coricopat managed. Everlasting cat, the other was rather closer than he liked, but he managed to get his body to relax a bit.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 21:52:46 GMT -8
Honestly, Misto knew he should step back, let the other go and curl up in bed. More for the other's sake but when he felt the mottled tom relax it made the idea a whole hell of a lot harder to consider.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 29, 2011 22:02:46 GMT -8
Coricopat took a deep breath. "You should get some rest."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 22:06:34 GMT -8
"Mmmm," Misto hummed, nodding slightly but still not moving back.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 29, 2011 22:13:37 GMT -8
Well that hadn't worked. Cori finally stepped back, releasing Mistoffelees. "We both need sleep."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 22:20:10 GMT -8
"Right," he replied, running a paw through his headfur. He already mourned the loss of warmth and the sound of the heartbeat, but he had been pushing things already. Tracking his eyes back up to Coricopat's face, he offered him a faint smile. "Thank you."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 29, 2011 22:24:08 GMT -8
He nodded slightly, not responding verbally since neither of the responses he used would fit here. It wasn't something he relished a repeat of, frankly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 22:28:40 GMT -8
Misto swallowed and leaned forward to rest a paw quickly on Coricopat's cheek before pulling back as quickly as he'd gone forward. "Sleep well then," he murmured.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 29, 2011 22:47:23 GMT -8
Cori stiffened at the brief, gentle contact. He nodded briskly, "And you. Sleep well."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 22:52:10 GMT -8
Misto curled his paw up against his chest, which ached when he'd felt the other stiffen. "Sleep well," he murmured, and turned to slip down the hallway, chest still aching.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 29, 2011 22:53:47 GMT -8
Coricopat watched him go with a quiet sigh, returning his book of short stories to the bookshelf before heading to bed himself.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 29, 2011 23:05:30 GMT -8
Several hours later and Mistoffelees awoke with a jolt, panicking before remembering where he was. He paused for a long moment, listening to the silence of the house as opposed to the hospital before carefully swinging his legs out of the bed and padding to the kitchen, getting a glass of water before setting the kettle on for tea, sipping the water and leaning hard against the counter.
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