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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 14:30:22 GMT -8
"He was going to see about a job today." Munkus replied, sliding the papers a bit closer to him and away from his father.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 26, 2010 14:34:21 GMT -8
Old D's brows rose. "A job?" he said, shock coloring his voice. "Him?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 14:36:11 GMT -8
"Tugger is quite capable when he puts his mind to something." Munkus replied, his tone clipped.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 26, 2010 14:37:26 GMT -8
Old D snorted, clearly not believing it. "Not that you'd ever know from looking at him."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 14:40:28 GMT -8
Munkustrap frowned and narrowly managed to avoid saying exactly what he thought of that sentiment.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 26, 2010 14:43:09 GMT -8
Shaking his head, Old started shoveling food in his mouth, chewing loudly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 14:51:10 GMT -8
Munkustrap's ears twitched in annoyance, his tail coiling and uncoiling around the leg of his chair as he began to gather the papers up again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 26, 2010 15:02:13 GMT -8
Old D noticed him gathering up the papers and glared.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 15:03:17 GMT -8
The silver tabby paused in his motion, removing his reading glasses as he looked at his father. "Yes, sir?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 26, 2010 15:44:11 GMT -8
Old D snorted under his breath. "You're always so neat about your stuff, can't you ever keep the house neat."
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 15:46:11 GMT -8
"I'm working on getting it into one piece first, but if we expect to /have/ a house the money has to go to the mortgage as a primary priority." Munkus all but snapped, instantly regretting his tone. Damn it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 26, 2010 15:51:07 GMT -8
Old D froze, his eyes narrowing. "What did you just say?" he all but growled.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 15:53:12 GMT -8
Backtracking wouldn't work at this point. The tabby spoke, keeping his tone level. "I work long hours to make sure to have the money to pay the bills and hopefully a little left over to repair the house. I haven't the time to clean it as well."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 26, 2010 16:16:24 GMT -8
Old D continued to glare at him, though at least he was sober enough to think about what his son was actually saying. He huffed under his breath and turned back to his food.
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Post by Meadowlark on Oct 26, 2010 16:20:46 GMT -8
Munkus finished gathering the papers together and closed the file, rising. He really needed to start staying at the office longer or retreating to his room sooner.
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