Room 505, Thursday Evening

[thismaskiwear]

So there was a Talk to be had, that hadn't been had yet. After work Katchoo had stopped by J,GoB, because this was the sort of thing that needed a ridiculous assortment of munchies, preferably chocolate-covered and requiring lots of butter, so there was a large box of said munchies lying on her hastily-cleared nightstand. The occasional muffled beep from the closet hinted at the fact that Clocky'd been banished for the time being.

Now all she needed was the love of her life. Or, you know, her best friend. And roommate.

Because that wasn't awkward at all.

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[thatsamilkshake]

"Promise?" Francine tried to say it like a joke, but it came out sounding like she was five years old and desperately needed to hear that from someone she trusted or the world was going to end and there would be no more ice cream ever.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Promise," Katchoo said, and she even meant it. "I'll never let that happen."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Me neither." Because I will never let you die is a promise you can totally keep, Francine.