Room 505, Stupidlate Sunday Night

[thismaskiwear]

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.]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Completely convenient. And entirely untrue.

"That works." Katchoo ran a hand through her hair and partly succeeded at a tired and threadbare smile of her own. "I didn't mean to scare you like that."

By breaking things, or taking off, or yelling, or all of the above. Let's go with D.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You didn't scare me." So did. "Well, only for you." Slightly more truthful, though there was also the ever-present scared you'll leave me again. "I could never be scared of you. I know you'd never hurt me."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

That was why the furniture always got the worst of it. "I meant by leaving again, Francie."

[thatsamilkshake]

And okay, there was more than one way to hurt somebody, true.

"Okay well, yeah. You could not do that again so I don't have to kick your ass."