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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 24, 2011 17:22:53 GMT -8
Since the weather was still decent, Mistoffelees had gotten out of the house early, sitting cross legged on the bench. Maybe he was half hoping to see Coricopat on his lunch break again, but mostly he just didn't want to be knocking around the house by himself for any amount of time. Each day, breathing was getting a little easier, so long as he didn't actually have to think about Jones.
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Post by amanika on Apr 24, 2011 17:29:30 GMT -8
Tugger was almost oblivious to anyone else in the park, he was just cutting through on his way towards the docks. Training that morning had overrun and he needed to make up the time if he wasn't going to be late to the Fishbone. Paws thrust in his pockets he ploughed on, not taking any notice of others using the path and cutting across the damp grass to weave around slower moving cats.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 24, 2011 17:34:35 GMT -8
Misto glanced up, spotting the fairly obvious mane of his friend and frowned, slipping off the bench and moving to intercept him. "Tugger!" he called out, barely managing to bite back 'Where the hell have you been?'
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Post by amanika on Apr 24, 2011 17:43:13 GMT -8
"Hrm?" Tugger looked up at the mention of his name, he was tired, the last two days had been reasonably demanding physical training, not to mention the last time he'd invested this much effort in something was well, never. That would take it's toll too until he became used to it.
All the same, he paused in front of Mistoffelees when he registered the other cat's presence, blinking in momentary surpise, before he accepted things. "Hey Misto, its good t'see you. I can't stop though, I'm runnin' late."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 24, 2011 17:47:50 GMT -8
"Running late...?" Misto blinked up at him. "I haven't seen you in... since the first day I was at the hospital and that's all I get from you, is that you're running late?"
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Post by amanika on Apr 25, 2011 4:34:40 GMT -8
"Yeah," Tugger replied, "I am actually runnin' late. Is that so hard t'believe?" he hadn't entirely taken in everything the other had said, or rather at least not the implication of it. Not yet.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 25, 2011 9:33:41 GMT -8
"No, the idea of you running late is actually completely believable, but that wasn't my damn point Tugger. The point was the last time we talked was when I told you a-about Coricopat, and you'll have to excuse me in that I've been worried by not seeing you except once since then," he said, trying to keep his voice even though his tail had long since wrapped around one leg.
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Post by amanika on Apr 25, 2011 10:01:30 GMT -8
Tugger shrugged, skirting around the other cat and continuing to walk, though kept his pace even enough that the other would be able to keep up, making it clear he wanted Mistofflees to walk with him if they were going to talk. His shoulders were squared though as he processed the other cat's words, "Well you made it pretty clear y'didn't want me there when I came t'the hospital."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 25, 2011 10:22:08 GMT -8
Misto gaped after him for a moment before jogging to catch up. "I made it clear I didn't want you at the hospital?" he said, a bit shocked and trying to recall the conversation clearly. "Tugger I... I never actually meant to do that, I'm sorry. A, a lot was going on then."
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Post by amanika on Apr 25, 2011 10:33:08 GMT -8
Tugger shrugged again. "Was what it sounded like anyhow, an' Jerrie seemed t'share the sentiment. Don't matter anyhow, I can't stand hospitals."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 25, 2011 10:44:43 GMT -8
"Alright, I can't speak for Jerrie, but Tugger, I was glad that you came, and I know you hate hospitals. I'm sorry I was... caught up in everything else. But..." he shrugged a little helplessly. "But that aside it hardly explains you avoiding me after that. I've been out of the hospital for a while."
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Post by amanika on Apr 25, 2011 10:47:17 GMT -8
"Avoidin' you?" Tugger asked distracted enough by that to not comment on the former, "What makes y'think I'm doin' that?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 25, 2011 10:52:21 GMT -8
"Because I haven't seen hide nor hair of you since then, and believe me, I've been looking?"
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Post by amanika on Apr 25, 2011 10:53:48 GMT -8
Another shrug, "I've bin' busy. It ain't nothin' personal."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 25, 2011 10:56:08 GMT -8
"It's been about two weeks," he said softly, one ear flickering back. He managed not to say that if he had a friend where he was, he would have been checking in more often. "My life went to hell and you couldn't be bothered?"
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