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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 19:07:20 GMT -8
Ricky grimaced, but handed over hte message. "It's from Jacobsen on Yew."
"Mm. I see. So you're a runner for his network?"
"Yeah."
"Mm. Good to know."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 19:09:51 GMT -8
Misto sighed, watching them, propping his chin up on a paw. "What's your name, anyway?" he asked the kit.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 19:20:02 GMT -8
"Ricky Logan."
Coricopat paused in his perusal of the message. "Logan...As in Taradan Logan?"
"What's it to you?"
"Answer the question."
"Yeah."
"Hm, you're younger than I expected."
Ricky glared at Coricopat who returned to looking the message over. "I'm fourteen."
Cori ignored the comment, his grey gaze came up to look at the kit again. "Get the word out. Jones' contacts report to me now. Zimmerman at the Demoniaque. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah. Got it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 19:23:15 GMT -8
Crossing his arms over his knees, Misto did not say anything, considering the pair of them. He really, honestly did not want to be involved in certain aspects of his uncle's business, and he was going to have to figure what he wanted to deal with, and what he did not soon.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 19:35:21 GMT -8
Ricky grimaced at Coricopat, but looked at Misto. "Why can't I jus' come t' you? He's too much like 'Is Nibs."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 19:43:55 GMT -8
Misto blinked, and blinked again. "His... Nibs? Did you just call m--Jones his nibs?" He paused. "And did you just compare him to Coricopat?" He tried not to laugh.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 20:15:11 GMT -8
Ricky shrugged. "Well, yeah. I mean...snobs an' well...yeah."
Cori's jaw tensed at that and that drew himself up indignantly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 20:32:02 GMT -8
Misto finally gave in and laughed, though it made his ribs ache. Honestly, it was more at Coricopat's expression than anything. "Okay, never compare Coricopat to Bustopher Jones again, and you're fine."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 20:34:26 GMT -8
"A'right, deal" Ricky grinned before glancing around. "I gotta get goin'." He looked at Cori. "By th' way. I expect t' get paid when th' messages are delivered from here on."
The mottled tom frowned, "You're just full of demands aren't you?"
"Gotta make a livin' somehow."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 20:51:39 GMT -8
Misto laughed again, and tried to stifle it behind his paws.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 20:59:13 GMT -8
Coricopat dug out a couple of small coins, handing them to the kit. "Now get lost."
"Got it." He grinned cheekily. "See ya round," he waved to Misto as he took off back out of the grounds.
((Exit Ricky))
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 21:03:31 GMT -8
Misto glanced up at Coricopat from where he was sitting on the steps, still smiling. "Hey," he said. "How'd it go? Your business?"
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 21:07:01 GMT -8
Coricopat considered for a long moment before sinking down beside Mistoffelees, "Very well actually, only a couple more things...something tells me they're in his private office in there," he nodded to the mansion, "but they should be able to wait."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 31, 2011 21:14:08 GMT -8
Misto shrugged, shifting slightly as he glanced over at the other beside him. "You're more than welcome to look now if you want."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 31, 2011 21:19:27 GMT -8
Coricopat considered for a long moment before carefully getting to his feet, "I haven't any idea of where anything is in here. Do you mind joining me?"
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