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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 16:52:26 GMT -8
Returning home just a little later than usual, Mistoffelees glanced up at the door, blinking at little in surprise at the lights on inside. His stomach twisted slightly in that the last time he had come home to find the lights on already Coricopat had been bleeding in the bedroom. He must have just forgotten to turn them off when he left...
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 21, 2011 16:56:26 GMT -8
Coricopat swore, running cold water over his hand. He had asked Macavity for the night off, and honestly was a bit distracted by how quickly the ginger tabby had consented. Regardless though, he remembered why he didn't cook very often. He glanced at the dinner he'd just taken off of the stove. It looked edible, but all he could do was pray that it was, and now he'd managed to burn his paw. He muttered something succinct under his breath as he shut off the water, drying his paws carefully on a towel and rolled down his sleeves, buttoning the cuffs. He dished up two plates of the meal, glancing at the clock. Mistoffelees should be home any minute...
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 17:08:21 GMT -8
Misto was tempted to knock on the door before entering but unlocked it, somewhat reassured by that before pushing it open and stepping inside, hanging his hat up. "Hello?" he called, shrugging out of his coat when he heard the sound of somecat in the house. His ears flickered back and he remained closer to the door than not.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 21, 2011 17:13:09 GMT -8
Cori looked up at the sound of Mistoffelees' voice. "In the kitchen."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 18:11:32 GMT -8
Blinking a little in surprise Misto hung the coat up, going toward the kitchen. "You're home early..." he said and stopped when he reached the kitchen, blinking again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 21, 2011 18:22:22 GMT -8
"I had the evening off." He replied, turning to greet the other tom, but pausing when he saw his expression. "What?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 18:26:30 GMT -8
"You... cooked?" Misto asked, glancing around the kitchen again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 21, 2011 18:28:29 GMT -8
"Yes. And it should be edible. Likely not as good as what you tend to make, but..." he shrugged. He'd cleaned as he went so really it was the dishes and the pans that he had just dished up from that were left to be cleaned.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 18:31:37 GMT -8
"You, thank you," Misto said, still blinking in surprise and looking the other over. "... Did you burn your paw?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 21, 2011 18:33:59 GMT -8
"Hm?" He glanced down at it, "It's fine."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 18:44:47 GMT -8
"Alright," Misto said quietly. "If you're sure..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 21, 2011 18:52:27 GMT -8
Cori nodded, "I am." He offered Mistoffelees one of the plates. "Shall we?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 19:00:11 GMT -8
Misto accepted the plate with a smile. "Yes, please," he murmured, taking the plate to the table and sitting down, looking up at the other. "How was your day?" he asked, voice still soft.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 21, 2011 19:00:41 GMT -8
Coricopat joined him, "Decent enough. The courthouse is abuzz right now, but..." He shrugged.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 19:24:36 GMT -8
Misto glanced up and then down, fiddling with his fork and his ears going back. "Ah, yeah," he murmured, flipping the fork over a couple times. "They haven't caught whoever it was though yet, right?"
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