A Corner of the Park, Sunday Late Afternoon

[thismaskiwear]

After Emma's funeral arrangements had been taken care of, Katchoo had headed straight back to Fandom, too preoccupied with moping feeling sorry for herself formulating a way to explain this to Francine to be aware that she'd been spotted.

She felt like her suitcase looked, and from the looks of it the trip through baggage handling had been rough (and what the hell was that black greasy looking stain, ew). In a stellar example of brilliant social interaction skills, avoiding Francine for a couple of hours seemed like a good idea, so here she was. Sitting on a bench in the park where it is not snowing despite the icon with her feet propped up on the suitcase, staring off at the duck pond in the distance.

Totally not moping, except she was.

[OOC: Expecting one, conversation NFB.]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Good. Thank you," Katchoo told him with as much sincerity as she ever gave anyone.

Oh my god, was she actually accumulating male friends here? Emma would be so smug.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Come on, then. I'll buy you something with those very red cherries on it," He said, nodding seriously.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I think you've got yourself a deal there, pal," Katchoo agreed. Amiably, even. Shocker? Probably.