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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 17:40:16 GMT -8
Coricopat unlocked the door to the house, stepping inside and locking it behind him. His ears flickered a bit at the sound of jazz music coming from the living room. He wasn't used to hearing that unless something was wrong in the house. "Mistoffelees?" He set his briefcase down, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it and his hat up.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 6, 2011 17:42:50 GMT -8
Mistoffelees' head snapped up from where he was doing more paperwork, coming out to the hallway with a smile. "You're home early," he greeted the other, coming within touching distance but still not brave enough to initiate that sort of contact without the other's permission first.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 17:47:59 GMT -8
Cori offered him a smile, resting a paw on his cheek briefly, "I had very little work tonight that had to be done at the hotel. How are you tonight?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 6, 2011 17:51:13 GMT -8
"Well," he replied, leaning into the touch happily. "Better now. Would you like dinner then? I wasn't sure when you were getting home and haven't started it yet."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 17:54:28 GMT -8
"Dinner sounds delightful. Is there anything I can do?" He asked quietly, picking up the briefcase in order to move it under the hall table.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 6, 2011 18:03:37 GMT -8
"I'm sure I could find something for you to wash if you liked," he said with a grin, pausing before he leaned up to quickly kiss the other before drawing back.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 18:10:23 GMT -8
Coricopat smiled, shaking his head, "You do know I can cook, right?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 6, 2011 18:19:00 GMT -8
Mistoffelees couldn't help but grin. "I believe you can sustain yourself," he teased. "I'm not sure of much beyond that though."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 18:21:57 GMT -8
The lawyer rolled his eyes, "Alright, so I can't cook as well as you can, but I am not completely hopeless in the kitchen."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 6, 2011 18:28:11 GMT -8
"Well, maybe I can let you cut the fruit and vegetables you wash," Mistoffelees was still grinning as he pulled a pot down. "Didn't you burn yourself last time you cooked?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 18:34:08 GMT -8
Cori fetched a cutting board and knife, shaking his head, "I did, but it was a singular occurrence. I have in fact cooked meals without injuring myself before."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 6, 2011 18:35:54 GMT -8
"I'll believe that when I see it," Mistoffelees grinned, swaying slightly to the music coming from the radio he hadn't turned off.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 18:37:57 GMT -8
"Thank you for that vote of confidence..." The mottled tom turned his attention to cutting up a couple of apples, rather than the almost alluring way in which the other was moving.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 6, 2011 18:42:36 GMT -8
Adding humming to his swaying as he cooked, Mistoffelees glanced over at the mottled tom from time to time.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 6, 2011 18:46:12 GMT -8
Cori finished chopping the fruits and vegetables for the meal, pausing for a moment as he set the knife aside. He slipped up behind the other, wrapping his arms around the smaller cat's waist and kissed his cheek.
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