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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 19:59:20 GMT -8
Coricopat unlocked the front door, it was late, heading on toward midnight and he'd been intermittently working and trying to figure out where Mistoffelees had been earlier in the evening. His brows drew together in mild confusion as he opened the door to hear jazz music playing. He closed the door softly, locking it, before making his way into the front room, one eyebrow arched. He set his briefcase down and stood in the doorway, looking the other cat over. "Where the hell were you?" His tone didn't give any indication of the worry he'd felt in the early evening but the word choice gave some small evidence of it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 20:08:18 GMT -8
Misto's eyes flickered up to the mottled tom from where he was curled up in the chair by the bookcase.. "I... I got detained unavoidably. I wasn't even that late..." he added, almost sulking. "And I've already been yelled at about it all day. I'm sorry."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 20:17:45 GMT -8
"That doesn't answer my question. Where were you?" Coricopat managed to narrowly avoid snapping.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 20:19:31 GMT -8
Misto glanced out the window. "I... My uncle wanted to talk to me." He pulled a face. "And since he sent six of his thugs to bring me to do so, I wasn't given much of a choice in that."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 20:21:59 GMT -8
Cori's grey eyes narrowed at that. "What did he want?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 20:23:43 GMT -8
"He..." Mistoffelees' eyes flickered back over to Coricopat and then back down to where he'd drawn his knees up to the chair. "He wanted to gloat some more I think."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 20:26:55 GMT -8
The lawyer looked him over for another moment. "Is that all?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 20:46:22 GMT -8
The smaller cat sighed and shook his head. "No, it wasn't." He paused for a long moment before continuing. "He also asked me about you... asked me to spy on you and Macavity for him."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 20:47:31 GMT -8
Coricopat's brows rose at that "Really? And what did you tell him?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 20:56:46 GMT -8
Misto blinked. "That he was out of his mind and assuming far too much? And no."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 21:03:41 GMT -8
"No?" Coricopat's brow arched higher at that. "What gave him the idea that you would be in a position to spy for him, anyway?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 21:09:42 GMT -8
"You did, actually," Misto said quietly, hunching his shoulders slightly. "He said you came in after I was injured, and that... I don't know, but he seemed to make quite a deal out of it."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 21:11:54 GMT -8
Coricopat paled at that, no other sign evidencing exactly how he felt about that. "I see."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 21:30:18 GMT -8
"You..." Misto frowned. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 21:35:11 GMT -8
Cori's ears flickered toward the radio where the jazz music was still playing, "With what?"
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