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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 1, 2010 23:35:08 GMT -8
Coricopat was on his way across the ballroom. He'd already been up to his office for a few moments this evening, and now had some things to check on in the basement and in regards to certain people of standing in the Felidae community. His shoes clicked on the floor, echoing around the empty room as he reached the stairs and began to descend. Upon seeing Macavity he paused, choosing instead to wait for the boss. It mightn't go amiss to see if there was anything specifc that needed to be pursued.
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Post by spiderbears on Nov 2, 2010 0:16:37 GMT -8
Macavity noted Coricopat's appearance and how he had stilled on the stairs, a curious brow raising as he felt his mood fall into an annoyed state.
"What?" He stated rather blandly, glancing at the mottled tom's features with a nonchalant air.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 2, 2010 8:24:35 GMT -8
"I was headed to check on some things and wanted to be sure there wasn't anything specific you wanted handled." Cori replied evenly.
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Post by spiderbears on Nov 5, 2010 16:48:14 GMT -8
Mac eyed Coricpat down moodily, brushing past the mottled tom.
"Ask Martin down at Desk. Something about Commisionar Vlask or someone." Mac waved off, mind already turning as his thoughts wandered to his current business and the adjustments that needed to be made to the boots of his associates getaway cars.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 5, 2010 16:50:02 GMT -8
Cori opened his mouth to respond and blinked. "Alright. I'll speak with him. If you have a minute though, there was something I wished to discuss with you."
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Post by spiderbears on Nov 5, 2010 16:58:22 GMT -8
The ginger tom turned slightly, flashing a slight menacing, irritated glance.
"What?" His statement clearly differed from his earlier one; though the same, this one was far deeper and gravelly, a far cry from his usual simply imperious moods. This one was souring, and he had little time for Coricopat when there was business to be done.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 5, 2010 17:00:11 GMT -8
Coricopat reconsidered quickly. "I was considering running an idea for your guests by you, but I shall do so later. Good evening."
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Post by spiderbears on Nov 5, 2010 17:10:40 GMT -8
Mac glanced toward the tom with some vague semblance of curiousity, but the subtle retreat in Cori's eyes told the tom he'd already achieved some sense of victory.
"Fine, don't bother me again. You should be doin' your job anyway. You ain't taking cash from me for nothing..." Mac huffed, reminded slightly of the potential snitches he had awaiting bail in County. With a finall wag of his tail, the Napoleon himself set off lazily up the stairs, mind quickly buried in the refining his autos needed.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 5, 2010 17:25:52 GMT -8
Cori felt a low growl thrum in the back of his throat, but he turned and headed down the stairs to talk to that insuffeable desk clerk.
[Thread end]
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