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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 20:47:54 GMT -8
Mistoffelees stared at the stove in front of him, trying to blank his mind out enough to focus on the cooking and not old wounds that shouldn't have had the power to bother him. Darrien alone was bad enough, but the other tom brought up memories of Jones, and Coricopat. It had been stupid to mention Coricopat to the other and the slip up was gnawing at the back of his mind, telling him he was stupid to slip up, and next time his mouth was going to disconnect in front of somecat with the power to hurt him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 20:51:01 GMT -8
Coricopat let himself into the penthouse and paused at the smells from the kitchen. He hung up his coat and hat out of sight from the door and crossed the central room, entering the kitchen, "Mistoffelees?" His grey gaze swept around the room, "What's happened?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 20:54:31 GMT -8
"Why would anything have happened?" he asked, stomach twisting up into tighter knots when he saw the mottled tom.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 21:00:19 GMT -8
Tail swaying lazily behind him, Coricopat arched an eyebrow, "Because you've cooked up more food than any two cats could eat over three meals and that's even if one of them wasn't me. You haven't done that in a very long time."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 21:05:36 GMT -8
Mistoffelees glanced back at the stove. "Oh. Well, I was thinking of inviting Jerrie over for lunch," he said blandly. "And he eats more than the average cat anyway."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 21:22:44 GMT -8
His lover frowned slightly at that, "Is that really all?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 21:27:27 GMT -8
Mistoffelees took a deep breath. "Just when I thought I might possibly not be the most open book sitting on the shelf or that I'd learned to better hide my emotions."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 21:30:34 GMT -8
Crossing the distance between them, the mottled tom rested a hand on his shoulder, "Mistoffelees, what happened?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 21:33:53 GMT -8
"It's not really," Mistoffelees started and took a deep breath. "An old friend came back. He was looking for Jones and we said stupid things and it was--it was like old times when I was in school and it wasn't because he's a stranger and I can't trust him now but then he started questioning why I would trust you and I said stupid things--"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 21:38:01 GMT -8
"Did...did he figure things out?" Coricopat asked mutedly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 21:40:35 GMT -8
"I don't know," Mistoffelees said. "He would have, if it was years ago. I hate seeing somecat and knowing them and not knowing them. But it's more than that, isn't it? It's the newspapers and the Commissioner and the Soup kitchen." He took a deeper breath.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 21:45:27 GMT -8
"Mistoffelees, hush, you're panicking," Coricopat murmured, drawing him a bit closer.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 21:57:31 GMT -8
"Yeah, I am a little bit," Mistoffelees agreed, falling into the embrace and burying his face in Coricopat's collarbone.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 22:03:26 GMT -8
Stroking a gentle paw over the other's ears, Coricopat kissed the top of his head, "We're alright. You're usually good about what you say, and you've covered for the few slips that have happened."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 22:05:52 GMT -8
"And when I can't cover them?" Mistoffelees asked, tilting the top of his head into the touch.
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