There's Trees in the Desert Since You Moved ((64))

[victoriousscarf]

Misto glanced over at him. "Wha...?" he started to ask, remembered, and his ears flickered back. "Yeah. I'll try," he murmured. "Thank you for coming."

[Meadowlark]

"It's what I get paid for," the Russian blue replied, drying his paws on a towel.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto shrugged a little and winced when it pulled at his bruises. "I suppose so. Still, all the same, thanks."

[Meadowlark]

"You're welcome. Take care. See that he rests. I really do not want to deal with him any time soon. Good evening to you." He picked up his kit and left.

((Exit Doc))

[victoriousscarf]

Watching him go, Mistoffelees swallowed before moving back to the living room. He paused and looked Coricopat over. "We... should move you to the bed."

[Meadowlark]

"I'm fine. I should go report to Mac..."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto fumbled for his pocket watch with somewhat shaking paws, checking the time. "It's late. I'm sure he'd still be up, but are you sure you should be out on the streets this time of night? Injured? Not to mention your car would be far too obvious so you would have to walk or see if any buses were running late," he rattled off, paws still shaking around the watch that he clutched in front of him.

[Meadowlark]

Cori watched him for a long moment, finally nodding. "Very well." He rose carefully, grimacing and catching his balance against the back of the chair he'd been sitting in.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto wavered between offering to help and not, figuring it wouldn't be appreciated. Instead, he went and opened the door to the bedroom, blinking at the sight of the bed. It was practically a monstrosity he thought, and rather large for the small space. At least it looked comfortable, he thought, considering the cons of pre-furnished apartments.

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat paused, looking at the bed, "I.."

[victoriousscarf]

Dragging his eyes off the bed Misto turned back to him. There was no couch, why the hell had these people not furnished the place with something as simple and logical as a couch? "Yeah?"

[Meadowlark]

"Well..." Cat, was he honestly going to suggest this? "Neither of us is sleeping on the floor. It does horrible things for bruises and for your back."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto shrugged, taking a step back. "I'll be fine, don't worry," he said, a little too quickly. "There's plenty of pillows and some extra blankets and..."

[Meadowlark]

"That..."He hesitated, forcing the words out, "That wasn't really open for debate."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto blinked at him. "Oh." His head snapped toward the door when he heard a loud knock. "Get in the bedroom," he said quickly, picking up the bloody towel and shoving it in the room as well.