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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2012 11:11:42 GMT -8
Slamming into the penthouse, Mistoffelees leaned against the door a moment, working his tie off in frustration. To say he was sick to death of being a socialite already was putting it somewhat lightly and he could feel his fur sticking up along his spine still.
"I want to be back on a street corner," he muttered, the sound dark.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 24, 2012 11:13:47 GMT -8
Coricopat looked up from the book he had found on one of Mistoffelees' bookshelves. He set the volume aside, one eyebrow arching, "What happened this time?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2012 11:15:57 GMT -8
"Besides the fact that I'm home so late every night?" he asked, sighing. "All the parties. I thought throwing my own would be enough, but no, I have to go to all of the other's too." He rubbed a paw over his face, not quite moving away from the door yet. "The daughter of the family that was hosting the party wouldn't leave me alone," he said softly, looking down.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 24, 2012 11:19:02 GMT -8
Coricopat sighed, "You're too nice for your own good. You're the most eligible bachelor in town and on top of that you're kind and gentle."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2012 11:20:28 GMT -8
"I'm not--" Mistoffelees started to protest and let his head thud against the door. "Oh Everlasting Cat, I really am the most eligible bachelor in town, aren't I?" Swallowing, he looked across the room. "This is already hard enough."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 24, 2012 11:22:06 GMT -8
The mottled tom nodded slightly and rose to move across the room, "You are. So I'm afraid that queens will be clinging to you for quite some time."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2012 11:23:38 GMT -8
"Don't want them to," he murmured, petulant, as his eyes traced Coricopat across the room.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 24, 2012 11:28:09 GMT -8
The taller tom's paw moved to rest against Mistoffelees' cheek, "I know, but unless you can invent some story for why they shouldn't, they will."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2012 11:30:45 GMT -8
"I'm impotent?" he offered, titling up to the touch. "Think we could spread that rumor around or something?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 24, 2012 11:32:44 GMT -8
Coricopat snorted slightly at that, "I don't think that would help, you still have money and a name."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2012 11:35:31 GMT -8
"Hell," he said, slipping his arms around Coricopat's waist. "Nothing you can think of then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 24, 2012 14:02:47 GMT -8
The taller tom wrapped his arms around his lover, "You could perhaps claim a broken heart tied to memories too painful to discuss? Though that would have the press all over it in a minute."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2012 16:49:35 GMT -8
The smaller tom made a face. "The last thing I want to deal with is more reporters, I think. Besides, I'm too young for the whole heart break angle, I think." Sighing, he leaned his head against the molted tom's chest, listening to his heart beat. "At least, for it to not be public. They wouldn't buy it."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 24, 2012 23:02:18 GMT -8
Coricopat sighed, "I suppose that's true. We shall have to find something else in that case."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 25, 2012 0:03:02 GMT -8
"Some reason for me to never need a girlfriend or wife?" Mistoffelees murmured, pressing closer. "I wish I could think of one."
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