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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:00:19 GMT -8
Cori entered the house, hanging up his coat and hat, setting his briefcase down and considering whether to tell Misto while he found the suits he needed or before... He wasn't certain he was quite ready to deal with anything yet and so slipped quietly into his room. He opened the closet and drew his suits out, draping them over the chair in the room, picking and choosing what to take back with him to the Demoniaque at the current time.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:04:38 GMT -8
Mistoffelees had fallen asleep on the couch, with a book open on his chest. He stirred when someone entered, but didn't process it when he was awake what had actually woken him.
Rubbing his eyes, he blinked when he realized the light was on in Coricopat's room. He padded over, blinking at the other. "Coricopat?" he asked softly, eyes going to the suits.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:07:54 GMT -8
The mottled tom turned from the closet, draping his favorite grey suit over the chair, "Yes, Mistoffelees?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:11:01 GMT -8
"What are you doing?" he asked, still in the doorway, leaning against it.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:12:14 GMT -8
He looked toward the suits and then toward the dresser, crossing the room to it, "It's...probably best if I'm not living in the same house with you for a while."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:14:39 GMT -8
The smaller tom froze, and it became more obvious he was using the door frame as an actual support. "What?" he asked, voice strained. "Why?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:16:13 GMT -8
The mottled tom rested his paws on the top of the dresser, leaning heavily on it, "I'm going to stay at the Demoniaque for a while because we're drawing too much attention."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:17:34 GMT -8
"From whom?" Mistoffelees demanded. "I mean, from whom that actually matters?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:19:19 GMT -8
Coricopat drew a breath, finally turning to face the other, "The society pages of the Tribune, and I'm certain the other papers are running information as well. I've only seen the Tribune's articles though."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:22:58 GMT -8
"You're running away because of the society pages?" Mistoffelees demanded. "Is there a cat in the damn city that takes them seriously?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:24:10 GMT -8
"When they deal with the new arrival to the social scene that nocat knows anything about? You can bet there are cats who do," he replied sharply.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:25:50 GMT -8
Mistoffelees took a deep breath and let it out. "Alright, alright. Does that mean you have to suddenly move out?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:29:11 GMT -8
Coricopat bit his lip, looking around the room which was finally starting to look lived in for the first time since the house was purchased, "One of us needs to..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 12, 2011 20:55:59 GMT -8
"But," he started and moved forward, twisting Cori's tie in his paw and pulling him down closer to his face. "You're not allowed to run away from me," he said quietly, meeting the other's grey eyes. "Maybe you're right and we need to move. But you are not allowed to run away from me."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 12, 2011 20:59:40 GMT -8
Coricopat swallowed hard at that, his body tense and his breathing slightly uneven as he recognized the move and the result the last time one of them had tried it, "I'm not running away from you." His ears flickered back and forth as though uncertain which position better suited his mood at the moment.
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