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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:13:19 GMT -8
Grids entered the Fishbone quietly, slipping upstairs and silently praying Growltiger wasn't there. This would be easier if she could pack, leave a note and walk out. She owed him an explanation but wasn't sure she could give it. She searched around and finally found the necklace Mac had given her, carefully putting it on and then locating a bag for her clothes and what few things she was taking with her--mostly jewelry and hair combs she'd had for years.
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 23:23:16 GMT -8
"Milady?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:24:01 GMT -8
Grids froze at the voice, turning around from the bag on the bed. She smiled, but it didn't come anywhere near her eyes, "Tiger."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 23:32:02 GMT -8
Growltiger swallowed thickly as he took in the sight. There was something rotten and cold inside him as he took in the bag...and the fact she was wearing a new necklace. "Is there something I'm missing, love?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:34:12 GMT -8
She really didn't want to have this conversation, "I..." Grids turned away, placing the last of her things in the bag, "I met someone while you were gone."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 23:36:31 GMT -8
He heard her words, but they couldn't be true, because he felt nothing. Nothing. "What do you mean?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:37:51 GMT -8
Her ears flickered as she closed the valise, "I'm leaving, 'Tiger."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 23:42:02 GMT -8
He felt like he'd been cut, deep as a cutlass. "I don't understand..." He ran a paw over his headfur. "I thought...I thought we had somethin' special."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:44:25 GMT -8
She closed her eyes tightly, resting her paws on the dresser, "We do--did. I...I'm sorry, Tiger."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 22, 2011 23:54:57 GMT -8
"I don't care that you were with somecat else," he was grasping at straws now. "I don't care just...stay, we'll talk it out."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 22, 2011 23:59:01 GMT -8
"Tiger, I'm sorry. There isn't anything to talk out. I'm leaving." She sighed, "I was given a choice and I'm making it."
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Post by qualapec on Sept 23, 2011 1:51:59 GMT -8
He needed a cigarette. Or rum. Rum sounded good. "Who?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 23, 2011 9:31:21 GMT -8
"Does it matter?"
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Post by qualapec on Sept 23, 2011 21:57:04 GMT -8
He stared at her like he was drowning; he would have given anything for seawater to be filling his lungs right then. "Yes," he said at last, "there's nothing more personal than this. I think I'd at least deserve that, know what he's got that I don't."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 23, 2011 21:58:39 GMT -8
Her ears lay back at that and she picked up the bag, starting for the bedroom door, "His name's Macavity. And it's got nothing to do with what he's got and what you don't."
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