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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 0:46:25 GMT -8
"Also probably at the police station." He cackled a little at the irony.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 0:48:26 GMT -8
Munkus chuckled, "As long as I'm not in a panic over how to bail you out this time, that's certainly possible, though I spend more time at the courthouse."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 0:51:01 GMT -8
He crossed his fingers. "That would look pretty bad, since I'm one 'o Felidae's Finest now."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 0:52:37 GMT -8
The tabby's brow arched as he finished packing the rest of his clothes and set to work finishing with the few keepsakes, "Not to belittle your choice of work, but keep in mind what I do on a daily basis and how much time I spend with a good number of those 'finest'. But yes, that would be rather awkward."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 0:55:24 GMT -8
Tugger held up his hands. "Yeah, I know the score. Biggest gamble I'll ever take, that's for sure."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 0:56:11 GMT -8
"Just be careful, Tugger."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 23:12:39 GMT -8
Tugger nodded. He was very aware of what could happen to him. He tried not to think about it, tried to go on with brash confidence...but he was constantly aware. "These are crazy times and this is what I'm wearing to the party. I'll be careful. But you've gotta be careful, too. Don't take any wooden nickels or anything."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:14:50 GMT -8
"I've survived this long." He offered a faint smile, "I'll be fine, but thanks." He hefted his suitcases, "I'll be back for the box later."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 23:39:41 GMT -8
"All right," Tugger gave a weak salute. "See ya around."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:42:54 GMT -8
"See you." Munkus nodded to his brother and made his way down the stairs and out the front door to catch the bus. It was almost as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. One last trip to get that box and he would be out of that place for good.
((Exit Munkustrap))
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Post by qualapec on Sept 23, 2011 2:00:37 GMT -8
Tugger listened to his brother leave, basking in the silence, the old creaks and aches of a lifetime. It was his now, and the silence was terrible and liberating all at once.
((END THREAD))
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