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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 19:42:35 GMT -8
The mottled tom rose, glancing from Mac to Griddlebone and back, "Alright. Good evening to the two of you." He picked up his coat, hat, and briefcase and slipped out of the office.
((Exit Coricopat))
Grids looked up at Mac, trying to seek something to say.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 19:46:35 GMT -8
"Do you want ta go upstairs?" he asked, shoulders sagging slightly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 19:50:01 GMT -8
She considered for a moment before rising from the chair and moving over to him, "I would. Are you alright, Mac?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 19:50:49 GMT -8
"Not sure," he sighed, motioning for her to precede him. "I feel tired."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:05:21 GMT -8
She slipped out of the office ahead of him, waiting for him before starting toward the lift, "Perhaps a couple of hours of rest?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:06:44 GMT -8
"Probably," he replied, raising a brow at the lift and sighing softly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:08:28 GMT -8
She glanced at him, "What is it?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:12:58 GMT -8
He shrugged, considering how long it would take the lift to reach the twelfth floor and turned for the stairs instead, too jittery to stand still.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:14:29 GMT -8
His fiancee hesitated at that, but turned to join him, resting her paw on his arm briefly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:16:35 GMT -8
He glanced down at her, taking her paw as he went up the stairs, managing to go much slower than he would have liked--preferring to have skipped up three at a time he took them sedately instead. Waiting until they were in the penthouse, he made sure the door was closed before looking her over. "What did you ever see in him?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:22:44 GMT -8
She slipped her paw from his as she answered, unable to talk about one tom while in contact with the other, "He was kind to me. He adored me. I'd never had someone look at me like that without, as far as I knew, expecting something in return. He took me in, Mac. He didn't have to, but he did."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:24:58 GMT -8
"He doesn't see you as a person," Macavity replied. "You were treasure ta him, somethin' ta be taken."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:28:04 GMT -8
"I was on an ivory pedestal. But I also had nowhere to go. What would I have done, Mac? Gone back to the 'Ribbon? It's not as though I had many options." She shook her head, "I don't know. Maybe I enjoyed being the one to call the shots for so long. I felt like I had some control over my life, though I doubt I did until I walked out his door."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 21:03:03 GMT -8
Mac stared at her a moment before moving forward and touching her hair lightly. "I'm sorry. It was just shockin', it felt surreal hearin' the things he was sayin'."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 21:06:42 GMT -8
She tilted her head into his touch, one paw coming up to rest on his cheek, "It's alright. I suppose I'd never thought much about it."
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