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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 19:39:51 GMT -8
Misto blinked at it for a minute before reaching up and taking it, standing himself, though he didn't move away or let the other's paw drop.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jun 9, 2011 19:47:36 GMT -8
Coricopat hesitated and offered the other a fleeting half-smile before releasing his grip and picking up the book to return it to the shelf.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 20:16:31 GMT -8
Misto smiled back and turned toward the hallway. "Good night, Coricopat," he said softly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jun 9, 2011 20:18:44 GMT -8
"Good night." The lawyer sighed. He could do this. Somehow... He shut off the lights, heading to his own room, closing the door softly
Coricopat woke the next morning, his gaze remaining focused on the ceiling for a long moment before he rolled over and looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven, how the hell had he let himself sleep so long? He knew he hadn't gotten to sleep til five, but still. He got up, getting dressed, just slacks and a shirt for now. If he felt the need to go into work for any reason he'd see about completing the suit.
The mottled tom slipped quietly out of his room, listening for Mistoffelees.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 20:20:53 GMT -8
Misto was curled up on the couch, reading, though his ears had been flickering for the past two hours, hoping to hear Cori moving around. He sighed in relief when he finally heard the other stirring, looking up from the book.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jun 9, 2011 20:34:20 GMT -8
Coricopat offered him a flickering smile, sitting down on the couch and picking up the Hardy novel he was currently re-reading. "Good morning."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 20:39:40 GMT -8
Misto smiled in return, biting back the sentence he wanted to say that ran along the lines of, 'it's barely morning.' "Good morning," he said instead. "You hungry at all? Or, tea?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jun 9, 2011 20:43:05 GMT -8
"A bit. And tea wouldn't go amiss."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 20:52:18 GMT -8
"Alright," Misto said rising and heading to the kitchen. He had set things for Breakfast out, but had not actually made it, too worried.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jun 9, 2011 21:03:42 GMT -8
Cori watched him go, considering asking if he was alright, but decided he'd do that after he called in sick to the Demoniaque. He rose, moving over and picking up the phone, calling.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 21:11:50 GMT -8
"Yes?" Martin asked, picking up the phone.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jun 9, 2011 21:13:41 GMT -8
"Smith. Transfer me to the penthouse, assuming he's up?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 21:32:53 GMT -8
Martin paused, "He should be, but no guarantees at this time of morning."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jun 9, 2011 21:35:02 GMT -8
"I'll take that risk."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 9, 2011 21:36:33 GMT -8
"Alright then," Martin said, transferring the call.
"What?" Mac demanded after a couple rings.
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