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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 22:53:08 GMT -8
Misto's eyes widened, almost comically, and his ears laid back. "I wasn't breaking anything," he growled.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 6, 2011 22:54:02 GMT -8
"Alright then, attempting to." Coricopat's tail thrashed agitatedly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 23:00:45 GMT -8
Misto sucked in a deep breath, looking at Coricopat with hurt before shaking his head and turning away. "I'm sorry," he muttered again, tail swishing, and causing him to wince slightly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 6, 2011 23:02:51 GMT -8
Cori considered continuing this, simply because it was safer, but finally just turned and left, trying to return to his work. He closed the door to his room, tossing the files aside and muttering under his breath as they ended up mixing together a bit. He couldn't be bothered with dealing with them right now. When had this gotten so out of hand? He'd only been looking for a reasonable informant and suddenly he had a weakness that was far more apparent than he liked.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 6, 2011 23:34:46 GMT -8
Misto's face crumpled when he heard the sound of the door close. He tried to be quieter with the pans after that, though honestly he was tempted to turn the radio up as far as it would go, or smash plates on the ground. He figured it was hardly a healthy state of mind to be in.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 7, 2011 8:01:51 GMT -8
The lawyer sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze focused darkly on the closed door as he mused over how to put this back the way it should be, or if that was even possible anymore. He was growing more and more doubtful of the fact that his life was ever going to be the well-ordered thing it had been before the dealer appeared.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 7, 2011 8:15:38 GMT -8
Sighing, Mistoffelees went to put one of the pots away that he had cleaned early, and dropped it with a loud clang. He jumped back from the sound, ears going flat and fur along his tail poofing out.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 7, 2011 8:16:58 GMT -8
Coricopat startled at the sound, frowning and rising, picking up the files and stuffing them back into his briefcase before exiting the room. He paused at the front door long enough to grab his overcoat and hat.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 7, 2011 8:20:33 GMT -8
Misto heard the door open, and came out of the kitchen to see Coricopat in the hallway with his coat and hat. "What..." he swallowed hard, stomach flipping. "Where are you going?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 7, 2011 8:25:17 GMT -8
Coricopat set his briefcase down and shrugged into the coat. "The Demoniaque."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 7, 2011 8:27:54 GMT -8
"Why?" Misto asked, voice a little pained. "I thought you were done for the night." Please don't...
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 7, 2011 8:31:14 GMT -8
Coricopat's resolve almost broke at the tone of Mistoffelees' voice, but he pressed on anyway. "Because I'm getting no work done with the noise here."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 7, 2011 11:05:22 GMT -8
His ears laid flat. "I... it was an accident!"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 7, 2011 14:51:11 GMT -8
"That doesn't mean it's conducive to concentration."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 7, 2011 15:40:57 GMT -8
"I... I'll be more careful, or not deal with pans just..." There was nothing he could actually think to say that didn't sound like begging so he snapped his mouth shut, ears not quite flat anymore but tilted downward.
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