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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 21:50:55 GMT -8
"Are you feeling alright?" Misto said, eyes going to the radio. "I can... turn that off if you like."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 21:57:04 GMT -8
"No, it's fine. I'm fine." He replied quickly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 22:06:56 GMT -8
One of his ears flickered and he nodded. "Alright, if you're sure..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 5, 2011 22:08:25 GMT -8
Cori thought for a moment and then shrugged. "No, I'm not sure, but it is business to some extent so I will be."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 5, 2011 23:05:15 GMT -8
"Business," Misto repeated softly. "Right. Well, if you want to talk about anything..." he shrugged, not expecting the other to take him up on the offer.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 6, 2011 7:08:27 GMT -8
Coricopat considered that for a moment, finally shaking his head, picking up his briefcase again, and heading to his room to do his work for the night. He couldn't think about this at the moment.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 10:22:22 GMT -8
Misto blinked, and blinked again at that, swallowing hard. That was... unusual and it worried him, on top of everything else that night. Scowling, he rose, and found himself in the kitchen cleaning before he really thought the action through.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 6, 2011 20:11:17 GMT -8
Coricopat settled onto his bed. This wasn't good. If Jones had recognized this that meant others might. He couldn't risk that. Not in his position. He tried to concentrate on the files in front of him but found he couldn't. He'd return to his room at the Demoniaque tomorrow.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 20:24:12 GMT -8
Having cleaned the kitchen floor and a good deal of the counter space, Misto finally poked his head into Coricopat's room, having not dared even looked in there since he'd returned to Fourth Street.
"Are you hungry at all?" he asked softly. "I was going to make something. Or if you would like some tea..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 6, 2011 20:25:30 GMT -8
Coricopat looked up from his work, which he still hadn’t made any progress on and shook his head. "I'm fine."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 20:29:49 GMT -8
Misto opened his mouth to ask him if he was sure, and closed it. "Are you alright?" he asked instead, voice soft and one ear flickering.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 6, 2011 20:32:19 GMT -8
"Fine, why do you ask?" The tone wasn't as clipped as it had been in the past, but there was an edge to it. He glanced back down to his paperwork, his ears going back a bit.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 20:33:54 GMT -8
Misto blinked at him for a moment, biting the inside of his lip at the tone and shrugged. "I... never mind," he murmured, and turned to go.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 6, 2011 20:38:09 GMT -8
Coricopat watched him go and then shook his head, turning his attention back to his work...or trying to. Good God this wasn't supposed to happen.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 20:40:00 GMT -8
Misto banged around the kitchen for a while, realizing he was taking his annoyance out on a pan and cursing under his breath.
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