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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 8:18:23 GMT -8
A couple hours later, Misto was sitting on the outside steps of the mansion, rubbing his nose between his two paws. His ribs were aching (He'd been standing and pretending they weren't hurting far too long already) and he wanted nothing more than to get the hell away from the house--mansion, whatever it was.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 8:19:33 GMT -8
Ricky glanced around, knowing this was a risk, but he'd seen the headlines that morning and figured the Palace wasn't a good place to go. He wasn't sure who to report to, but figured he'd start here. He paused when he saw the black cat on the front steps.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 8:21:55 GMT -8
Misto glanced up when he heard pawsteps, and frowned a little at the young kit. "You're not going to yell at me too you are?" he asked, tired and hurting.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 8:23:10 GMT -8
He cocked his head on one side in confusion, "Why would I yell at you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 8:29:33 GMT -8
"Because everyone else in the house has," Misto muttered, his tail coming to curl around his leg. "Who are you?" he asked, realizing he didn't recognize the other.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 8:33:20 GMT -8
"Name's Ricky. Y' live 'ere?" The kit motioned to the mansion.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 16:35:56 GMT -8
"Apparently," Misto said, glancing back at the mansion in question. "I'm supposed to own the place, but you wouldn't know that from the way everyone's been reacting."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 17:43:17 GMT -8
"Own th'....oh. So I guess it's you I needs t' talk to then."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 17:51:50 GMT -8
Misto blinked. "Talk to me about what?"
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 18:06:44 GMT -8
"Well I got a message from a fella on Yew dealin' with some stuff, but what with the cops all over th' Palace figured I couldn' go there." His ears twitched back at the sound of a car pulling into the drive.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 18:12:15 GMT -8
Misto blinked again. "Message from...?" he turned his attention away at the sight of Cori's car and let out a deep sigh.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 18:50:22 GMT -8
Ricky frowned at the car as Coricopat got out.
Cori arched an eyebrow. "Who's the urchin?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 18:55:23 GMT -8
Misto shrugged. "Haven't quite figured that out yet. Said he has a message but didn't want to go to the Palace with it." He paused, considering. "Oh. You worked for Jones' didn't you?"
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 18:59:13 GMT -8
Ricky grimaced at Coricopat. "I ain't an urchin, Mr. High'n'mighty." He looked at Misto. "Yeah. Ran messages. Got one for whoever's in charge now."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 19:00:52 GMT -8
Misto glanced between the kit and Coricopat. "Um. Try him," he said, pointing to Coricopat.
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