Too Little Too Late? ((59))

[amanika]

Tugger ran a paw through his headfur, swallowing slightly as he looked at the house, he just hoped he'd recalled the address correctly and this was the right one.

He was on a day off from the police training and, despite all his claims to being busy, without that there, he had suddenly found himself at rather a loose end. He's been throwing so much into the training, espcially since they'd started full days that week, that he had been shutting out the rest of the world even more than before. And returning, he'd found it somewhat deserted. Of course, he was aware that the Myre trial started today, he'd heard Munkustrap leave the house whilst he was still in bed that morning. Part of him had felt guilty for not saying something to Munkustrap, but the brothers might as well have been living in seperate houses for all they'd seen each other of late. It was a few hours before lunchtime when Tugger had finally gotten up and left the house.

Not that he'd had any idea where he was going, and the streets felt oddly quiet to Tugger. On his way home, he'd cut through the park, and his conversation there with Mistoffelees had come back to haunt him somewhat. Recalling what the other cat had said, he'd made his way to the address the other cat had given him and found himself on the stoop before he really knew why.

Tugger didn't know if it was guilt that had brought him here or simply the sudden need for company. Either way, it was silly to change his mind now, one hand toying subconsciously with his mane, he raised the other and knocked on the door.

[victoriousscarf]

Having woken up with Coricopat, though he hadn't said much in the morning other than good luck, Mistoffelees was feeling a bit drowsy, even though it was almost afternoon. He was making coffee to go with lunch when he heard the knock.

His ears flattened in surprise, and he glanced toward the door warily, finally going to at least look through the peephole at who it was. Blinking in surprise, he finally opened the door. "Tugger...?"

[amanika]

Tugger's ears pricked up slightly when he saw the door opening and saw the other tom, with the time Mistoffelees had taken to answer, he'd been about ready to turn and go. He gave the other a sheepish grin, tail twitching as he rubbed the back of his head. "Hey..."

[victoriousscarf]

For a long moment all Misto could do was blink at him, before stepping back enough to let the other pass him into the hallway. "H-hey. What are you doing here, is everything alright?"

[amanika]

Tugger hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, ears flicking as he hovered in the hall. "I uh.. Everythin's fine. Well, y'asked me t'look y'up if I did get time..."

[victoriousscarf]

"Right," Misto said softly, blinking. "Sorry, didn't get much sleep last night," he tried to explain, before motioning toward the kitchen, not quite willing to let Tugger into the living room--that was far too much Coricopat's domain for him to be comfortable with that. "Was making coffee, if you would like some..."

[amanika]

Tugger shrugged, "It's fine. Ain't like y'were expectin' t'see me or anythin'. Mebbe' I shouldn't've jus' showed up, but well, I had a day off an', well.. yeah." he trailed off, falling silent and having forgotten to respond to Misto's question.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto pointed toward the kitchen again. "Coffee?" Sitting down also seemed like a good plan.

[amanika]

Tugger ran a paw through his headfur again but nodded, gratified that Mistoffelees wasn't about to ask him to leave, "Sure, I guess." he followed to where the other tom pointed, subconsciouly glad to find himself in a kitchen; the living room was so much Deuteronomy's space at home, that Tugger was far more comfotable in here anyway, his own living room just a place to pass through quickly on his way in or out of the kitchen.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto let out a breath, closing and locking the door before following the other into the kitchen and pulling the coffee off the stove to pour it into the cups, handing one to Tugger. "So, um, take a seat at the table if you like..."

[amanika]

Tugger had been hovering just inside the doorway until that point. He shifted a little at Mistoffelees' words, not sitting down immidiately. "Well I won't keep'y if you've got things t'be doin', I jus'..." he finished the sentance with a shrug, indicating he really had no idea what he was doing here.

[victoriousscarf]

"I don't have to be at work for several more hours, and the house can only be cleaned so many times," he said with a shrug. "Sit if you want or go if you want, but I have the time if you want to stay."

[amanika]

Tugger hesistated a moment longer before finally pulling out a chair and sitting down. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be. He'd have to do some work tonight, they had tests at the end of the training, and he was determined to give them his best shot, which, for the first time in his life, meant actually studying for them, but for now, that could wait.

He was silent for a moment, before glancing over at Misto. "So uh, this is where you're livin' now?"

[victoriousscarf]

Being busy with some creamer, Misto turned back around, bringing the coffee to the table. "Yeah, it is," he said, slightly wary.

[amanika]

"It's a nice place." Tugger offered, deciding to leave off the question of ownership, since, unless Mistoffelees' uncle had had a severe chance of tune, Tugger was pretty certain the other must be staying there on someone's grace.