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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 29, 2011 21:34:13 GMT -8
Coricopat's ears lay back a bit more as he turned back to his work, "Nothing."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 29, 2011 22:09:55 GMT -8
With a sigh, Mistoffelees leaned against the back of the couch, watching him for a while. "I'm going to bed," he said finally.
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 29, 2011 22:24:06 GMT -8
Cori nodded slightly in acknowledgment, "Sleep well."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 1, 2011 16:03:10 GMT -8
The smaller tom wavered for another second. "Which--which bed would you prefer I sleep in?" he asked.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 1, 2011 16:54:56 GMT -8
"Take your pick." I'm staying up doing work, anyway. The lawyer didn't even glance up.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 1, 2011 17:46:31 GMT -8
"Will you be coming to bed, soon?" he asked, still a little hesitant and unsure where he'd stepped wrong.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 1, 2011 18:16:17 GMT -8
"Once I finish with my work," Cori replied, his gaze still focused on the papers in front of him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 1, 2011 19:01:54 GMT -8
"That's not an ans--" Mistoffelees threw up his paws. "Do what you will. Good night," he muttered before stomping down the hall, pausing for a second before deciding he might as well, and curling up in Coricopat's bed.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 1, 2011 19:19:57 GMT -8
Cori glanced up long enough to see where the other cat went, before turning back to his work. He'd see how long he could actually keep awake and then would decide where he was sleeping... He really didn't want to think about what just came up in their conversation.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 1, 2011 19:48:38 GMT -8
After several hours without getting sleep, Mistoffelees rose again, hesitating between the kitchen and the living room for a second before storming into the living room. "What is wrong?" he demanded. "Why are you still awake?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 1, 2011 19:52:33 GMT -8
Cori was starting to gather his papers together again, he couldn't concentrate any longer, and something told him deciphering his own handwriting tomorrow was going to be a joy. "I...had more work than I thought." He replied.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 1, 2011 20:04:10 GMT -8
Mistoffelees' eyes narrowed slightly. "Maybe. But there's still something wrong. What is it?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 1, 2011 20:14:08 GMT -8
"It's nothing, Mistoffelees."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 1, 2011 20:16:47 GMT -8
"Why is it so hard for you to talk to me?" Mistoffelees asked. "Something's bothering you, why can't you tell me what it is?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 1, 2011 20:18:32 GMT -8
"It's nothing to worry about," came the sharp response. "I'm fine. I just had more work than I recalled."
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