Curious Chicklet Bathroom, Tuesday Late Morning (And then the Sewer)

[thismaskiwear]

It was a frikkin' miracle, really, that Katchoo had managed to make it successfully into the shower on only her third try this morning, and even more of one that she'd gotten the water running, considering everything she reached for seemed to end up in bubblewrap. That was kind of annoying, especially when the shower valves got too wrapped up to grip -- it wasn't like she broke things all the time just by touching them, geez.

She wasn't sure what was annoying her more at the moment: struggling to undo the water-slicked bubblewrap around the soap, or the bubblewrapped shower door that kept flying open due to her increasingly animated attempts to get to the soapy center of the bubblewrap roll.

[OOC: For someone specific primarily, mwahahaha, but open to cabinmates if you wanna risk her wrath. Er, maybe not so much open now. Why are there no color panels of Katchoo in the shower? :( I mean, there's great black and white ones, but . . .]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo gave him a grim smile full of teeth, although the towel and the wet-rat look damped *rimshot* the effect a lot. Hitting someone was usually a lot more satisfying -- stupid bubblewrap.

She glowered at her fist, all mostly-busted bubblewrap and tape, then waved it under his nose. "You wanna take this crap off my hand and find out just how much?"

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Ichigo failed to look intimidated as he studied her fist, but the way he was edging backwards might tell a different story.

"No. I'm good, but thanks," he said with a grin. His fingers found the doorknob and he quickly pulled it open, ready to make his escape.

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Katchoo was pretty familiar with that kind of edging backwards, and just the tiniest hint of smugness crossed her face. "Hope you fall in a dumpster or something," she said, mock-sweetly -- which just sounded weird with her hoarse voice.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Like he was listening as he was making his retreat and fleeing. Fleeing like the wind...

Only to run into a wet and smelly place and... What the...?

He didn't want to know what the suspicious bubble wrapped packages were which came bobbing past him in the darkened sewers.

"Oh, fuck it."

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When she didn't hear footsteps outside the bathroom door after a few moments, Katchoo let the full-force smirk she'd been holding in out to play, really hoping he'd actually ended up in a dumpster.

She finally shut off the water and gathered up her toiletries to head back to her alcove and get dressed, allowing herself a brief fistpump of victory(!) when she made it without the scenic detour. She'd gotten jeans and a bra on when she knocked the bottle of shampoo over, and it rolled across the cabin floor so of course she had to go get it and --

Well, hello there, sewers. Bubblewrapped sewers. And a shower gone to waste.

"God frikkin' --" The rest of the very long expletive string wasn't fit for public consumption in most civilized cultures.