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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 27, 2011 20:02:32 GMT -8
He blinked, aware she was insulting him but unwilling to press it. "I am glad you approve of the colors," he murmured.
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 27, 2011 20:12:26 GMT -8
"Oh it's hardly me you need worry about approval from, now is it?" She let the condescending tone slide into a more conspiratorial one, "You've got at least half the upper crust here, and they're your target clientele. Them and their lovely, yet idle young. Good luck with keeping their attention." The words were sincere, though it was clear that she didn't expect much.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 27, 2011 20:13:39 GMT -8
"Their attention is the last thing I want to keep," he replied, keeping his eyes on hers. "Their business, certainly, but not their attention."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 27, 2011 20:19:19 GMT -8
Quick study aren't you. She'd half expected this little Tom to just let the whole business slip out of his hands. This conversation was turning out to be most enlightening.
"I shouldn't keep you from your other guests." She said, her smile almost approving, though such approval may have been more akin to a talent scout finding a skilled gymnast in the strip act of a burlesque show than anything else.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 27, 2011 20:25:14 GMT -8
He shrugged slightly. "My other guests are capable of taking care of themselves. However, if you prefer the refreshments they are over in that general direction."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 27, 2011 21:02:43 GMT -8
"Then you'll forgive me I'm sure, and pass on my compliments to the chef." Cassandra said, giving a little wave and turning away to find the refreshments, tail swaying.
(Exit Cassandra)
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 1, 2011 16:03:51 GMT -8
Mistoffelees sighed as she moved away, squaring his shoulders and mingling with his other guests. A short while an older queen approached him. "Good evening, ma'am," he said, feeling more tired than he had in a while, tail itching to curl around his leg. "Are you enjoying your evening here?"
"Yes, Mr. Quaxo, it's a lovely evening," she replied and started chattering on. She was an aged socialite, if terribly well meaning. Mistoffelees found himself drifting off during the conversation, nodding politely when he figured he should until suddenly she added, "I have heard in some circles you are the tom to come to for charity."
"Hm?" he asked, snapping his attention back to her from where his eyes had been straying across the room, trying to pick Coricopat out of the crowd. His gaze had been lingering on the mottled tom and now he only hoped it had not been obvious. "Yes?"
"Well, some of the other queens and I have been collecting for a charity..." she started.
"I believe rather strongly in charity," he replied, already loosing focus again.
"Well, we are trying to lobby to pass stricter laws against sodomy. After all, it's a menace to our society," she said, perfectly sweetly.
For a long moment he couldn't respond, only blinking at her as he processed that. His tail gave an aborted swish before settling back down. "Well," he said finally. "There are many causes that are currently vying for my attention, but I will certainly consider yours."
She smiled happily at him, pressing his paws. "Thank you for your consideration. You're a good tom after all."
He managed to keep smiling until she turned away, his shoulders sagging slightly once she was out of sight. He turned, hoping to see somecat that would not give him a heart attack to regroup his mental state before dealing with anycat else with propositions of that sort for him.
[THREAD END]
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