Room 511, Friday night

[thatsamilkshake]

So. Waiting until Friday night to ask permission to transfer to a new high school when classes start on Monday morning: sign that Francine should have signed up for the 500 level Advanced Procrastination course, or diabolically clever plan the likes of which mere teenagerdom has never seen? Discuss.

Or don't, because shhh. She was about to make a phone call.

Really.

Anytime now.

Oh, crap, it was ringing.

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[For -- wait for it -- a phone call.]

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"Of course we'll get you a good coat, and -- oh!"

Was that a squee from the other end of the line?

Maybe a little bit of one.

"You have been losing weight, then!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Maybe a little?" Around her ankles or something.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Of course, Marie decided to hear that the way she wanted to. "That's such good news -- oh, dear . . . Muffins, no! Honey, I need to go, Muffins is taking an awfully keen interest in the electrical socket -- there'll be brownies in with your coat and the other things -- you make sure you call!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"I will! Tell Dad I love him!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Will do, sweetheart. Oh, Muff --"

*click*

[thatsamilkshake]

*faceknees* Again. If that puppy survived to adulthood she'd be happily surpris--- HEY WAIT SHE GOT TO STAY!

"Eeeeeeeeeeee!"