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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 15:37:54 GMT -8
Martin stared at her, partly in shock, partly in annoyance, and partly uncaring. So many expressions on one face that usually looked emotionless would have been shocking to anyone who knew him. "Who said I didn't?" he almost demanded, impertinent.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 15:59:55 GMT -8
"The fact that one of the things likely to hurt him the most at the moment you're not letting happen," She shrugged slightly, turning to go before she could say anything more. Her gaze drifted to the main staircase, but the white queen headed for the door.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 16:52:39 GMT -8
Whereas Martin was more than content to let her walk out, Macavity had that moment chosen to come down the stairs, flipping through some papers. He'd been working in the second floor office and froze utterly when he saw her across the floor.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 16:55:50 GMT -8
Grids stopped when she saw him out of the corner of her eye, turning to face him. The ground she stood on was uncertain at best and crumbling at worst. She should just leave, she really should.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 17:08:11 GMT -8
Attention suddenly focused on the scene before him, and nothing else, Martin didn't make a move one way or the other.
Macavity stared at her a long moment before something hurt and small flickered through his eyes and he turned on his heel to head back up the stairs.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 17:32:39 GMT -8
Griddlebone hesitated for a moment before crossing the entry rapidly, taking the stairs two at a time and catching him by the elbow, "Macavity, wait!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 17:38:15 GMT -8
He just about wrenched his elbow out of her grip. "Yeah? What do you want here?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 17:44:17 GMT -8
She drew back slightly at that, "I came to speak to you. I told you I was coming by last night."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 17:45:49 GMT -8
"And how lon' were you plannin' on goin' before mentionin' ta me that your tom's back in town?" he asked, not quite looking at her and fur bristling.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 18:08:48 GMT -8
Her ears went back, "I was going to mention it today." Or she thought she was going to.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 18:20:11 GMT -8
Actually, that didn't make him feel better at all. "The hell do you want here then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 18:23:28 GMT -8
"I wanted to see you again. And I need my necklace back."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 18:53:12 GMT -8
Macavity looked less thrilled. "Find the damn thin' in the river," he snapped, heading back up the stairs again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 18:57:14 GMT -8
Her ears lay back, "Macavity, we knew this was going to happen."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 22, 2011 19:32:10 GMT -8
He swore under his breath and turned back to her. "Then go back ta him. I didn't ask you ta come here. Leavin' your jewelry behind is your own damn fault. I'm what I am, you shouldn't act surprised that I'm not above stealin'."
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