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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 28, 2012 15:05:58 GMT -8
Martin's brows had shot up when the other cat accidentally pulled him closer and when he got shoved away again, he went to lean against the wall with his arms crossed. Honestly, he was trying to supress a laugh at the other's action, instead he just let his tail sway behind him as he smirked.
When Plato finally turned, he arched a brow sardonically, and continued smirking. "Better," he rumbled, the sound low and almost intimate. "Much better."
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 28, 2012 15:19:32 GMT -8
Plato supressed a shiver at the other's tone and flicked an ear, rapdily deciding to ignore the dark rasp as the other spoke. Almost protectively, the calico tugged the jacket down as if to cover his pants even more; obviously the effort was futile and the fabric snapped back up to where it belonged. Frowning at the clothing, Plato picked at his jacket and refused to make eye contact with the other.
"Great," He said to his shirt. "What should I do with my other clothes?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 28, 2012 16:28:10 GMT -8
"Keep them, I would presume," Martin said with a shrug. "While you're on duty, you wear those. When you are not working--well you can wear whatever you like. But do keep those other clothes away if you decide to keep them. I believe you still have the key to your room?"
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 28, 2012 16:40:54 GMT -8
Plato flicked an ear at the other's sarcastic reply; under his fur his skin flushed from embaressment but the brown ginger on his cheeks hid the coloring quite well. "Yes," He said and scrambled to pick up his clothes. It was of note that he bent his knees to pick up the disgarded garments instead of him bending over, but if one did not know the calico too well it didn't really appear strange. It was just the calico being a bit defensive and trying not to give the older tom and opportunity to shoot another comment at him.
With an arm full of his clothes he stopped in front of the clerk. "After I take these up, shall I meet you in front of your desk so we can discuss my duties?" He said, his drone sounding a bit more pressed than normal. Obviously the young tom was trying to discard from his memory all of the demeaning events that had taken place in the closet.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 28, 2012 17:05:57 GMT -8
Martin arched his brow once more before nodding. "Yes, meet me there and we can discuss what duties you have, and how to greet incoming guests." With that he turned on his heel to stroll away.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 28, 2012 17:17:08 GMT -8
The calico let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he watched the other go. Well, that was fun, he thought to himself bitterly and stalked out of the room as well.
In a few minutes he was stepping off the loft. With a heavy sense of deja vu, he walked over to the counter, giving it a little bit more space this time as though it carried the plague. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he looked up from the wooden surface up into the framed eyes of Martin Smith. His lips twitched once as though he was going to say something, but he let the silence continue and his tail gave a nervous twitch. Had this cat really messed with his head so much in the past hour that made it necessary to regard him with such caution?
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 28, 2012 21:33:35 GMT -8
Martin was already paying more attention to his notebook than to the other cat. While the last interlude had been deeply amusing, it was still mostly only an interlude to him. When the other did not speak, he finally looked up with an arched brow. "Well?"
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 29, 2012 7:33:16 GMT -8
Plato's tail gave a twitch, one that was cleverly blocked from view because of the desk, as the grey cat spoke. "I was hoping you could tell me," Plato began and gave a pause before continuing. "You know, to go over what I should be doing as the valet?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 29, 2012 11:20:29 GMT -8
Martin pulled out a small book, which he had handwritten--along with several others--when he started work. Plopping it on the counter, he pushed it toward Plato. After all, he preferred to deal with people as little as possible. "Read this then. Then we shall talk."
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 29, 2012 11:43:22 GMT -8
Plato grabbed the book and fanned through it quickly, faintly surprised at the handwritten text. Looking up from the pages he gave the speckled cat a curious look, but didn't question it. Instead, he looked back down and began to read, making his way over to the loft to take it back up to his room. It looked like he had quite a bit of reading to do...
THREAD END
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