A muffled, indignant beep came from inside the closet.
That alarm clock with the lasso, and the chipmunks from that one dream. Dead girl dead girl dead girl!
No, that had nothing to do with this. Right?
"Not dead, sweetheart, see?" Katchoo reached a hand out to her, but as if she could say no to an invitation? She dropped her hand, but moved forward to wrap Francine in a hug again.
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Date: 2009-07-31 02:21 pm (UTC)That alarm clock with the lasso, and the chipmunks from that one dream. Dead girl dead girl dead girl!
No, that had nothing to do with this. Right?
"Not dead, sweetheart, see?" Katchoo reached a hand out to her, but as if she could say no to an invitation? She dropped her hand, but moved forward to wrap Francine in a hug again.