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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 10:50:29 GMT -8
Coricopat entered the house, hanging up his coat and hat and dropping his briefcase with a thud. He was home much later than he had been recently--devoting his time to the case and an hour or so at the Demoniaque. He'd stayed at the courthouse trying to figure out how to work the case and neither win it nor look like he lost it.
There were no options left, and the call from his sister before lunch had not helped. He growled as he closed and locked the door with a bit more force than usual. He picked the briefcase up again, swearing under his breath as one of his claws scratched the handle, leaving a deep mark on it. Wonderful. Just bloody great.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 10:53:22 GMT -8
Misto had been in the kitchen, playing several card tricks on the table more to keep himself from thinking too deeply about anything than any need to keep himself in practice. At the sound of the door opening he perked forward slightly, putting the cards away before rising and going to the hallway, swallowing as he took in Coricopat.
"Hey," he said softly, looking the other over again. "Would you like some tea?" he offered.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 10:59:05 GMT -8
Coricopat looked up, biting back the first several things that came to mind before nodding. "Tea would be good." He considered for another moment and then turned and entered the living room. He didn't want to deal with the case any more, but he at least needed his opening statement finished and polished.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 11:03:00 GMT -8
Misto swallowed, following him with his gaze, slipping back into the kitchen to get the kettle on before standing in the doorway to the living room. "Are... how are you?" he asked, voice pitched low to hopefully be as un-grating as possible.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 11:05:02 GMT -8
Cori's ears lay back as he went over the files he had--including sketches of the crime scenes--"Fine."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 11:18:37 GMT -8
For a moment Misto just blinked at him, biting his lip and trying to figure out how much to call him on something that blatantly a lie. "Is there anything I can do?" he settled for finally.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 11:25:52 GMT -8
The lawyer shook his head slightly, closing the files over the sketches again and running a paw through his hair as he considered how to structure the opening arguments. "I don't think so."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 11:36:13 GMT -8
Swallowing again, Misto nodded, going to get the tea, bringing the cup out and setting it, still seeping, next to Coricopat, but away from his papers.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 11:43:36 GMT -8
Coricopat finally set down his pen, and rested his head in his hands, "God...How did I end up on this case?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 11:44:57 GMT -8
Misto sat down and fiddling with the end of his tie while he waited for his own tea to seep. "You get assigned, didn't you?" he asked softly.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 11:52:40 GMT -8
Coricopat sighed, nodding, "Yes. I did, but God I don't want it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 11:54:47 GMT -8
Pausing, Misto nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 12:01:02 GMT -8
"I've no time for anything else right now. Mac's not handling this well, but I can't bring myself to approach him. And then Tant..." He shook his head, straightening again and taking a drink of the tea before turning back to his work.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 12:03:43 GMT -8
Swallowing again, Misto rose and moved from the chair to the couch, though with still quite a bit of distance between them. "Do you want to talk?" he asked, a bit warily.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 12:09:07 GMT -8
"I...should really get this work done..." He hedged. There wasn't much to say anyhow.
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