thismaskiwear | Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis (Tuesday Fandom Time)

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Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis (Tuesday Fandom Time)

Yeah, you try living in the same not-that-big room as someone you'd had a nasty fight with not all that long ago; it wasn't all that fun, especially if you were like Katchoo and had a tendency to let these things simmer.

. . . if you were Katchoo, you also had a tendency to work these things out through painting. That explained the oil-based chaos strewn all around one side of the room (much to Clocky's indignation, but then again Clocky was always indignant in her view) and the sketchbooks and various paraphernalia scattered across her desk. Sure, painting people -- certain people, anyway -- was still a touchy subject, but she had a visual memory, and sketches, and was working from that.

With a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth, naturally.

From the rough staccato whisk of her brushes against the canvas, it was pretty obvious that she wasn't in the best of moods, but hey -- welcome to her last couple of weeks that way.

[OOC: Open for phone calls and that girl what lives there with her. Also, I must share Terry Moore's latest toongirls-as-superheroes sketch because it amuses me.]

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"Well, if you're not, I know what we're having for breakfast tomorrow." Francine nudged the pizza box.

Katchoo would get the piece of pizza where the cheese insisted on stringing out forever, or at least long enough that she was in danger of having a too-short-arms problem.

It was annoying, but a quick and easy sort of thing to find amusing.

"It does have bacon and mushrooms. We could fry an egg and slap it on top . . ."

"Katchoo, that's dis--" Francine stopped. "Actually that sounds really good. I must be hungrier than I thought."

Or have a head injury. Katchoo shoudld try mentioning liver to test that.

Actually the fried egg sounded really good, but.

"Are you?" Katchoo stuck two fingers up in a V and waved them around in front of Francine's face. "Let's see. How do you feel about sticks of butter? Or liver sandwiches?"

"Ewwwwwww." Francine's mouth was practically an inverted V. "That is disgusting." She shook her head and reached for another slice of pizza, dislodging a mushroom onto Katchoo's paint-spattered jeans in the process.

"I mean who puts liver in a sandwich?"

Results: inconclusive.

Entirely.

Katchoo looked down at the mushroom, which had landed on a pretty fresh splotch of red, and sighed melodramatically. "A moment of silence for the poor fungus."

Picking it up, she held it out between thumb and forefinger. "What does this piece say to you?"

Francine blinked at it for a moment. "If you eat me quick, I fall under the five second rule?"

That joke worked better with art students, but the answer was so perfectly Francine that Katchoo had to laugh, if only for a second.

"The five-second rule of bleah," she amended, turning the mushroom to show off the -- paint. Not sauce, no matter how much it looked like it.

"Okay, no. I draw the line at food that actually has paint on it." Francine reached over to snatch it away and drop it on the box lid. "You are not allowed to poison yourself."

"Geez, Francie, I wasn't going to eat it!" Note Katchoo not attempting to make a grab at the discarded mushroom, as evidence.

Making a grab at Francine's hand, maybe.

Okay, that, definitely.

This time Francine didn't let it drop away. "Well, you said eeuw, but you just said liver sandwiches before that, so how am I s'posed to tell? You might have a head injury or something. Or inhaled too many paint fumes."

"You're the one who thought fried eggs on pizza sounded delicious," Katchoo countered. Never mind that it didn't sound bad to her either. "I had to check."

"You're the one who came up with the idea in the first place." There might have been tongue there. Not the especially sexy kind, but it was still more lighthearted than this room had seen in a while.

Clocky sure thought so; that was a distinctly relieved-sounding whistle.

"You mentioned breakfast." You know that hand-grabbing thing? There might've been a little bit of a squeeze to go with it now.

Francine gave her a Look. The Look of Who are you and what have you done with Katina Marie Choovanski?

And yet with the squeezing back.

"Since when is cold pizza and warm coke not a perfectly balanced breakfast by itself?"

Katchoo gave her a Look -- the I have no idea what you're talking about, la la la, perfectly innocent, would you like to buy a bridge one -- in return.

"Who said I wanted breakfast balanced?"

"You better remember that the next time I'm carrying it and spill it all over the floor."

Not that that had ever happened.

More then once.

Every few months.

"Soooooooo."

Katchoo weighed the odds of having to get up and run, then decided, screw it.

"Next week, then?"

"Ooh, you...." Francine considered several options, but most of them involved letting go of Katchoo's hand, and there seemed to be some really sticky cheese on it or something, because she didn't seem to be able to do that.

On the other hand, the other hand was free, and would you look at that? Beds come with pillows on them! Who knew?

"Francine, not the pizz--mmph!"

Poor bacon and mushroom slice.

"....Whoops." Poor pillowcase, too.

"Chewie?"

"'m still alive," came the muffled reassurance from somewhere on the other side of that poor pillowcase (and the pillow inside it). "I think."

"Not what I was gonna ask, but also important." Francine pulled the pillow away and set about checking Katchoo's hair for wayward mushrooms.

No wayward mushrooms there, but there was a splotch of pizza sauce on her chin.

"Oh, good, as long as we have our priorities straight." Not that Katchoo's tone had been all that light to begin with, but it did ramp up a notch or two of serious. "What was the question?"

"Can we be not fighting now?" Oh look, a mushroom. Or at least Francine was going to pretend she'd found one and was studying it intently. "Because that sucked."

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