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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 17:58:51 GMT -8
Humming to himself, Mistoffelees closed the door behind him, locking it, and hanging his jacket and hat in the hallway, taking a moment to consider them there, as if they belonged.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 9, 2011 18:03:28 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced up at the sound of Mistoffelees entering, but his attention returned almost immediately to the files in front of him. Both jobs had been absolutely delightful today. He was finally beginning to relax now that he was home. His gaze flickered up again to check the time. "You're out awfully late."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 18:08:33 GMT -8
Misto paused in the doorway of the living room. "Yeah. Did I forget to mention? Jerrie and I went out dancing for a bit. I... figured you wouldn't like to go anyway."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 9, 2011 18:13:43 GMT -8
Cori's brow arched at that as he looked up, "Yes, I do believe you forgot to mention that. Did you enjoy yourself?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 18:18:30 GMT -8
"Sorry, it was a somewhat late idea." The shorter of the two paused and looked him over. "Yeah, it was fun. How are you doing?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 9, 2011 18:19:01 GMT -8
Coricopat shrugged, "Well enough."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 18:28:02 GMT -8
The younger yawned, covering his mouth with one paw and looked at all the files strewn around the table in front of the other. "You hungry at all?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 9, 2011 18:37:58 GMT -8
He shook his head, "I'm fine."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 18:39:29 GMT -8
Misto had passed the kitchen and hadn't noticed any dishes. "Have you eaten at all today?" he asked, voice neutral.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 9, 2011 18:49:49 GMT -8
Cori glanced at him, and then back at the papers. "Yes." He'd had breakfast, and something small for lunch.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 18:55:11 GMT -8
Misto frowned a little at that. He was almost about to ask "how much" but decided against it. "Alright," he said. "Are you sure you don't want something? I might make something small for myself anyway..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 9, 2011 19:00:31 GMT -8
Coricopat shrugged, "Tea mightn't go amiss." He penciled in a couple of notes on the current opening arguments as he frowned, trying to figure out how to get the sentence reduced just enough so that it wouldn't look like he was throwing the case...which since this was someone of use he was.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 19:09:27 GMT -8
Misto considered that, and slipped into the kitchen, pulling down the tea and putting on the kettle, before glancing around to take stock of what he had in the kitchen.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 9, 2011 19:14:45 GMT -8
Coricopat kept working, studiously. He was a bit hungry, but he wasn't inclined to admit that. He saw no problem with his eating patterns.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 9, 2011 19:24:23 GMT -8
A couple minutes later Misto reentered the living room, setting the tea in front of Coricopat, and several biscuits with jam on a plate next to it, hoping to tempt Coricopat into eating without drawing attention to it. He went back to the kitchen to grab his own cup of tea, curling up in his usual chair with the tea and a book.
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