Room 505, Tuesday Afternoon

[thismaskiwear]

With so few classes to take up much of her week, and no work until tomorrow, Katchoo had turned to her favorite pastime. You know, the one that wasn't pining after Francine. Her easel was set up by the bed, the windows wide open to sort of do something about the paint fumes and cigarette smoke (Clocky was totally equipped to chase off the fire marshal or something, really), and the stereo was cranking one of her very well-worn Griffin Silver CDs.

You could say she had some residual frustrations to work out and was doing that through painting.

. . . and then you could look at the stack of canvases that was threatening to eat her closet, and strike the word 'residual.'

[OOC: For that guy with the ears, and the roomie if she wants, but open too. This post, which was supposed to go up hours ago, is yet another victim of my Swiss-cheese brain today. Sigh.]

Comments

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Francine assured me that killing wasn't on the table." Anymore. "It's very--yes. I think the only way this could be more strange, is if you and Arthur fell for each other."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

That choking, strangling noise Katchoo made right about then, accompanied by bugged-out eyes and turning red? That's the sort of thing that usually calls for the Heimlich maneuver it's not really a maneuver at the moment, it's more of a gesture if there's eating involved.

"Absofrikkin'lutely not ever."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin reached out to pat her on the back at that. "I think you'd kill each other," He said cheerfully.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Hell, I'm amazed Strokes of Genius is still standing as it is," Katchoo sort of half-croaked when she could talk again.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It can't be that bad."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Not for lack of trying," Katchoo replied. "Are we done with this incredibly disturbing detour now?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I think so," Merlin replied with a nod.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Thank god. If I have nightmares now . . ." It so wasn't a real threat.

Or a threat at all, really.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You can threaten me all you want," Merlin promised.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo pretended to look wounded. "It takes all the fun out of it when you put it that way."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You could--have me help with something humiliating?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Now why would I do that?" Katchoo asked, more seriously now. "You saved my life. And I never did get around to thanking you properly for it. Although if you're really set on it I could come up with something . . ."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin laughed, shaking his head. "It's nothing you need to thank me for. It's just--you'd do the same."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You know," Katchoo said, "I would, actually. Might be a little less flashy, though."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"We can't all be wise wizards," Merlin granted her magnanimously.