Room 505, Tuesday Late Afternoon

[thismaskiwear]

So one minute there'd been an attempt at actually, finally sucking it up, saying 'the hell with it,' and kissing Francine until she couldn't breathe as a prelude to other things that . . . would have a definite impact on breathing.

And then she'd been small, and fuzzy, with floppy ears, and NOT ADORABLE, DAMMIT.

Katchoo had been keeping up quite the mental rant about this in her head ever since it had happened, but being a bunny she couldn't exactly express it in her usual oh-so-charming way. Chewing on things, maybe, vented some of the frustration but she had a lot more of that built up than this tiny lapine form should have room to hold.

. . . that rant was still going, no matter how comfortable she was at the particular moment.

[OOC: For that girl. NOT YOU, RAVEN. ETA: This post might be kinda NWS now. WHAT?]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

If she really wanted to Katchoo wasn't going to stop her, no.

She might smirk a bit, granted, but stopping Francine was not high on the priority list. Or on the list at all.

Conversely, seeing if she could get Francine to make that sound again was up near the top.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine stopping herself wasn't really high on the priority list. What with not having a list beyond

1. Moan
2. Wonder who set fire to every single nerve ending she owned
3. But especially in Certain Significant Areas
4. Writhe a little
5. ???
6. Profit!

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Profit? Mutual profit, maybe, since the girl who'd started the fire with the metaphorical lighter was enjoying this just as much as Francine was.

Francine could probably feel the way Katchoo shivered at the sound and raked her nails along a sensitive patch of skin; was that part of the profit?

[thatsamilkshake]

Maybe. Francine had lost track of the balance sheet somewhere. Maybe it was on the floor under the pile of clothes somewhere? Or maybe it got stuck in Clocky's wheels and he dragged it into the closet with him.

Either way, all Francine could be sure of was how very much she was not thinking right now. At all. It was just warm wet OH MY GOD THAT THERE HOLY-- SOMETHING. THAT.