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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2012 22:00:35 GMT -8
Coricopat arrived at the restaurant promptly at 11:30. He scanned the patrons already there and frowned when a certain young socialite was nowhere to be seen. He let the host know that he needed a table for two and was shown to a relatively private table to wait for the cat who was due to join him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2012 22:05:55 GMT -8
Running unfashionably late, Mistoffelees slid into the table. He was not quite as put together as usual, hair not slicked back properly and tie not entirely straight. "I'm so sorry I'm late," he said, pulling his vest back down from how quickly he'd moved.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2012 22:14:32 GMT -8
The ADA glanced at the clock, "Quite. What kept you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2012 22:54:00 GMT -8
"Sleep, I'm sorry to say," he replied. "It's not very exciting, over all."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2012 23:04:27 GMT -8
That earned a bit of a worried frown, "Did you not sleep well last night?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2012 23:22:18 GMT -8
"No," the smaller tom said, glancing down at the menu to avoid the other's gaze.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 3, 2012 23:39:04 GMT -8
That earned a small frown. Coricopat set his menu aside, having already had plenty of time to decide, "What happened?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 3, 2012 23:45:57 GMT -8
"Well, it certainly started with paperwork," Mistoffelees replied, shoulders hunching as he still refused to meet the other's eyes. "I just, two cats came in out of the rain... at a rather ungodly hour."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 4, 2012 0:11:18 GMT -8
The mottled tom looked at him warily, "The Palace wasn't locked up?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 4, 2012 0:16:58 GMT -8
"I think I'm advertising for new staff as soon as I get in tonight," Mistoffelees replied, ear twitching but he didn't look up from the menu.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 4, 2012 10:07:10 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced at the ear, "You're picking up my nervous twitches. What aren't you saying?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 4, 2012 11:24:41 GMT -8
"I have my own nervous ticks!" the black tom protested, finally looking up. "But alright, yes. One of them collapsed bleeding on my floor from an old wound and I called Cohen and ended up with them at the hospital for a while."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 4, 2012 11:27:16 GMT -8
"An old wound? It hadn't been properly treated?" The mottled tom frowned, considering the possible reasons for that.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 4, 2012 11:29:12 GMT -8
"Several days old and no, it had not," he replied, looking down again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 4, 2012 11:40:28 GMT -8
That earned a long silence before the taller tom nodded, "I see. And you said you were at the hospital with them?"
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