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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 15:59:10 GMT -8
Tugger wrapped on the door of the speakeasy, he was annoyed with himself for being late and still somewhat fuming from his conversation with Mistoffelees. Beneath his pride he was starting to feel a pang of guilt as well, though it would be some time before he could decide if it was justified, or indeed, aknowledge it.
On top of that, Tugger knew he needed to talk to Griddlebone today, and let her know he was giving up working there. He had enough affection for her that he knew he would feel guilty not offering a reason, and also worried because if things went pear shaped at the PD, then he was jacking in his only source of income. He sighed, shifting a little as he waited to be let in.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 28, 2011 16:02:02 GMT -8
The white queen looked up from the paperwork she was going over. She really should go uptown and try to speak with Macavity tonight. Brachen had been caught two days before and she couldn't even imagine how the red tabby was doing.
She brushed his hair away from her eyes as she went and opened the door. "Yes? Oh, Tug. Come on in." Stepping aside, she motioned for the tom to enter, promising herself she'd go see Mac as soon as possible.
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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 16:04:38 GMT -8
Despite everything, Tugger's expression was somewhat sheepish as he stepped through the door, "Sorry I'm late," he ran a paw through his mane, "things have bin' kinda' hectic recently."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 28, 2011 16:05:36 GMT -8
She shrugged in response. "As long as you're ready to work when you get here."
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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 16:08:00 GMT -8
Tugger nodded, "Well I'm here ain't I, didn't come jus' f'lunch." a pause, "Though I need t'talk t'you about that as well."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 28, 2011 16:09:17 GMT -8
Her brow rose slightly, "Well, if you don't mind me multitasking while we talk... I have some extra things I need to get done today."
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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 16:11:36 GMT -8
A shake of his head, "That's fine. Anythin' y'need me t'be gettin' on with at the same time too?" He would find it easier to talk if he had something else to distract himself with in addition.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 28, 2011 16:12:42 GMT -8
"You could start wiping down the tables and bar." She replied, moving back over to where she had been working on the papers. "So, what is it you needed to talk about?"
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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 16:17:12 GMT -8
Tugger nodded, depositing his coat on a spare chair and rolling up his shirtsleeves as he headed behind the bar for a cloth. "It's pretty straightforward really," his ears flicked as he spoke and he quickly focused his attention on wiping down the bar top, "I gotta'... Well from next week I can't work f'you no more. Ain't nothin' personal," he added quickly, "you've bin' good t'me, it's jus'..." he searched for the words a moment, scrubbing a little viciously, "the way things are."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 28, 2011 16:18:25 GMT -8
Milady looked up from the work she was doing, one eyebrow arching, "Is there a particular reason?"
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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 16:25:06 GMT -8
Tugger sighed, here was that difficult question again. For a moment he considered letting Milady in on his plans, but the last thing he wanted was for this to get back to his brother. He couldn't imagine Macavity would take too kindly to hearing that Tug wanted to join the PD, better to wait until he could at least prove it was a worthwhile persuit.
"I got my reasons, yeah." Tugger replied, not elaborating. His focus flicked back to the cleaning, though his ears were laid back somewhat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 28, 2011 16:26:27 GMT -8
Gridlebone sighed, "Tugger...Is everything alright?"
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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 16:29:18 GMT -8
"Everythin's fine." The shortness of Tugger's response rather negated the actual words.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 28, 2011 16:33:09 GMT -8
Her ears went back, "Really?"
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Post by amanika on Apr 28, 2011 16:39:08 GMT -8
"Fine enough." Tugger replied. He finished the bartop and headed into the kitchen to wash out the cloth. "No different t' usual anyhow." he muttered, more to himself.
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