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Room 511 to Room 505 and parts between

For a relatively neat person (god help her in the room she was moving to) Francine Peters sure had brought/acquired/magnetically attracted a metric crapload of... well. Crap.

Which all needed to be carried down the 5th floor hallway before the picnic today.

At least there were no stairs involved?

[Primarily for EarsPratTinyBlondeWithIssues and the soon-to-be-ex-but-never-unbeloved roomie if so desired, and massive SP for four different time-zones yo - but if anyone else wants to pop in and help move, sure!]

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"I'm not liable for any injuries you might incur," Katchoo told them from the doorway. There was grinning involved, but mooooostly reserved for Francine. Because. Yes.

"Don't worry," Arthur said, idly, as he picked up his boxes again and marched them into the room, "The only one of us who's injury-prone is Merlin, and that's got little to do with the circumstances."

Which was not entirely true, because Francine, but he did try not to insult women all the time. Just girls. Like Merlin.

Edited 2009-07-03 19:25 (UTC)

"You're supposed to say 'Who's there' you know," Francine said as she bounced in with her suitcase.

"You're the only constantly ending up in need of treatment," Merlin shot back. Bitchily. Like a girl.

"Screw what I'm supposed to say, Francie." Katchoo felt the need to get clear of the bouncing in case she got clipped by the suitcase, but she could still spare a smirk for Arthur and Merlin. "You mean I missed out on this bickering all the way between . . . three doors down from here, and here? Damn."

"It's not bickering," Arthur declared, equally idly (because really, why would he care about proving this point?) setting his boxes down. "As for you," he eyed Merlin, "That's in the line of duty. Not over my own two feet."

"If you don't say 'who's there' I can't finish the joke," Francine said with a bit of a pout. "And Merlin doesn't trip over his feet. ...There's usually something there." Frequently hers. Shush.

"Were not," Merlin shot back to Arthur. "And thank you, Francine."

"You're right," Arthur told Francine, pulling an exaggerated thinking face. "There's usually ground, or air. Sometimes, the tip of his boot."

Then he threw Merlin a grin.

"Boys." Katchoo rolled her eyes, a little exaggeratedly, and heaved a sigh. "All right, all right, geez. Who's there?"

"Police!"

Merlin frowned. "We're not the police."

Oh, Merlin.

"No, we're people who are moving things," Arthur acquiesced, at that, and eyed both Francine and Katina with some confusion.

. . . yes, that made tired knock-knock jokes worthwhile, and Katchoo didn't bother to pretend she wasn't snickering at them.

Though she did heave a sigh, all melodramatic-like. "Police who?"

"Police let us in, this stuff is heavy!"

"...that was horrible, Francine." Then stop smiling, Merlin.

Stop shooting Merlin a look of oh, for the love of god, Arthur.

"Just for that," Katchoo managed to get out between groans (and valiant attempts to refrain from shooting Looks of Doom at Merlin), "I oughta not let you in at all."

"You already did," Francine pointed out. "It would've been funnier if you'd said it when you were supposed to."

And then you might very well have been locked out while holding the suitcase you just dropped on the floor, Francine. But by all means, continue not to think these things through.

"Where do you want these?" Merlin asked, shaking his head at them both and steadfastly ignoring Arthur's look. Really. Not noticing it at all.

"Were you planning to hang the stuffed animals from the ceiling right now?" Arthur asked, breaking the look long enough to shoot an almost equal one at the offending creatures in question.

It'd been a while since he'd been the one waiting on orders.

". . . stuffed animals from the ceiling." Katchoo was going to get murdered for smoking in the room from now on, wasn't she? "Y'know, I could do that part later."

It'd require a ladder, possible strained tendons, and lots of swearing, granted.

"I know this is probably a shock? But I know how to handle tools."

Oh, Katchoo. You think you're so funny.

"She does," Francine confirmed, ever the straight-woman. She gave them all a look. "But it's just a pet-net. You put it up with thumbtacks. I can do it myself."

"And the rest?" Merlin prompted, a bit lost on the pet-net business.

"The rest, I believe, is still in Francine's room," Arthur said, kindly.

Mostly because he couldn't take any more knock-knock jokes or Merlin being an idiot about them. This was why he was heading for the door.

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