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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 22:00:23 GMT -8
((It occurs to me, Misto and Tugger haven't actually talked since Jones died... Hadn't realized that before. Went and checked though and it doesn't look like they have.))
Swallowing, Misto nodded again. "Well, at least you get to throw a party over it. I think there might even be a cake at some point tonight."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 2, 2011 22:04:02 GMT -8
Tugger's ears shot to attention at the mention of cake, eyes widening. He'd been so worried about how he'd be received that he'd completely forgotten he could drown his sorrows in baked batter and frosting. "Hey, Mac," he called across the room, "is there going to be cake?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 22:09:04 GMT -8
Mac turned from across the room, eyebrows raised. "If the cook comes through," he replied. "Which has always happened before."
Mistoffelees covered a small if slightly confused smile behind his paw.
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Post by qualapec on Sept 2, 2011 22:12:50 GMT -8
He made a fist and uttered a victorious 'yes' under his breath...then remembered he was talking to Misto. "Ah, yeah, sorry. I forgot to have breakfast today."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 22:22:57 GMT -8
"Apparently. Did you skip lunch too?" he asked, brow raised slightly.
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Post by qualapec on Sept 2, 2011 22:28:21 GMT -8
"Slept late, so they were one 'n the same. It's my last opportunity to be slothlike 'fore I start at the station."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 22:36:04 GMT -8
That got another small smile. "Well, you could always ask for a later shift--no, on the other hand, the mornings tend to be safest. Readjust your body clock and take the morning shifts, alright?"
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Post by qualapec on Sept 2, 2011 22:39:45 GMT -8
"So lon' as coffee is readily available." Tugger beamed, puffing out his chest. "I imagine they'll put me on the dayshift, since I'm green an' everything. But I'll have to wait and see."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 22:49:29 GMT -8
Mistoffelees nodded. "From the amount of coffee cups I saw around the place, I presume they provide the coffee."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 2, 2011 22:51:28 GMT -8
"From what I've heard, the 'comish runs on it as a food substitute."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 22:54:04 GMT -8
That got something like a suppressed laugh out of the smaller cat. "It would not surprise me. He seemed awfully twitchy, though that could have been because of Coricopat being in the room as anything."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 2, 2011 22:58:48 GMT -8
"It's somethin' of a high stress position," Tugger admitted. "A good tom, though. He's the reason I'm...you know." He gestured to his uniform.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 22:59:52 GMT -8
Misto paused before nodding. "I could see that. He seemed nice enough, if a little too frazzled the two times I met him. Or maybe I was just the one who was too frazzled. It's hard to tell."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 2, 2011 23:02:58 GMT -8
He winced, remembering about Misto's uncle. "How're you holding up? That's a lot for such a short period of time."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2011 23:10:37 GMT -8
He blinked and shrugged. "The cat who had my parents killed, who had me attacked and kidnapped is dead. The cat who raised me, no matter how terrible a job he did at it, is dead. It's a hard place to be but I'm holding up well enough."
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