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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:15:44 GMT -8
The mottled tom shook his head, "No..it's fine." Or mostly, anyhow.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 23:18:24 GMT -8
Swallowing, Misto couldn't help but burrow against him more slightly. "You sure?"
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:22:00 GMT -8
Cori swallowed slightly again, but nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 23:25:04 GMT -8
Misto considered, nose pressed against Cori's arm. Surrounded by the warmth and the scent of him, he nodded. "I'll try," he replied.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:29:34 GMT -8
Cori shifted enough to drape his arm around the other tom, laying back fully to try and go back to sleep himself, though his brain was processing what Jones' death meant in both legal and illegal circles.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 23:31:58 GMT -8
Mistoffelees was quickly lulled back to sleep now he was curled up in the circle of the other's arm.
He was only awoken by a pounding on the door.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:37:16 GMT -8
Cori startled awake, "What the hell? What time is it?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 23:38:05 GMT -8
Misto blinked, realizing his head was still on Cori's shoulder, and hoisted himself up to look at the clock. "6:30," he said, disbelieving. Another loud knock came. "Jesus, whoever it is is going to wake up the neighbors."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:41:03 GMT -8
"Only one cat I know shows up that insistently at this hour of the morning." Cori groaned as he sat up fully and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Where is the rest of my suit?" He asked as he started pulling his shoes on.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 23:45:23 GMT -8
Misto blinked. "Balled up behind the chair, stained with blood," he replied dryly.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:46:48 GMT -8
"Can you go get it for me?" Cor asked as he searched the room for the sling Cohen had given him the night before.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 23:48:32 GMT -8
Finally scrambling from the bed--a mistake considering his ribs--Misto attempted to smooth his headfur down. He went out to the living room, fetching the clothes from behind the chair and handing them to Cori. Another knock reverberated though the room.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:49:44 GMT -8
Coricopat yanked the shirt on, buttoning it quickly, swearing as one of his claws caught one of the lower buttonholes and tore it. Wonderful. He pulled on the vest going a bit more carefully with that as he rose, reaching for the jacket as he ran a paw through his hair. "Coming!" He called. He pulled on the jacket, slipping into the sling as well.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 23:50:53 GMT -8
Mistoffelees glanced around, wanting to help Coricopat dress and having no idea what to do with himself, sitting down hard in one of the kitchen chairs for lack of a better alternative.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 23:52:06 GMT -8
Cori finally opened the front door, not especially surprised at who stood there, but more than a little displeased by it. "Patience is a virtue..."
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