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thismaskiwear) wrote2009-09-27 09:55 pm
thismaskiwear) wrote2009-09-27 09:55 pm
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Room 505, Stupidlate Sunday Night
Hey, look at that, Katchoo had finally made it home, after a whole lot of procrastination. (A whoooooooooooole lot of procrastination.) And dinner at Mooby Land, because it was cheap, dammit.
She could open a door quietly when she a) wanted to and b) was sober enough to; both of those criteria currently being filled, watch Katchoo trying to sneak back unobtrusively into her own room and hope she wasn't waking Francine.
The suitcase had a squeaky wheel. Assuming Francine was in the room? Good luck with that, Chewie.
[OOC: For ze roomie and SP due to zzz. I seriously just fell asleep dreaming about marshmallows in fedoras for a second.]
She could open a door quietly when she a) wanted to and b) was sober enough to; both of those criteria currently being filled, watch Katchoo trying to sneak back unobtrusively into her own room and hope she wasn't waking Francine.
The suitcase had a squeaky wheel. Assuming Francine was in the room? Good luck with that, Chewie.
[OOC: For ze roomie and SP due to zzz. I seriously just fell asleep dreaming about marshmallows in fedoras for a second.]
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"Okay well, yeah. You could not do that again so I don't have to kick your ass."