Room 511, Friday after classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine, after a shockingly busy week, could be found where she could usually be found just before a big clothes-related event, particularly one involving boys: in the closet, in a state of complete obliviousness concerning the irony of that fact, in a continual ricochet between nervous and full of squee, and at least halfway into her homecoming dress. With pauses for messing with her hair and deciding which earrings didn't make her look like an idiot.

[OOC: Door is open, so is post. Expecting the BFF, but open for roomies, passing gypsies, tumbleweeds, and oh yeah, dates if they so desire!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"Thanks." Francine giggled. "With a spoon? So I'm all smooshy like tapioca pudding? Is that what we're saying?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Or ice cream," Katchoo said, smiling more than she probably ever smiled in a month, otherwise. "Pick your spoonable dessert. Because tapioca? Euuugh."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I pick ice cream!" Duh. "It's less lumpy."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Vanilla, probably," Katchoo said. 'Honestly, Francie, you look amazing. If he doesn't appreciate it I'll knock his teeth in."

Come to think of it, she'd probably want to do that even if he did.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's eyes widened. "Don't do that! He's nice!" She allowed herself a big grin. "And cuuuuute."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Francie, that's half the school by your standard," Katchoo pointed out.

[thatsamilkshake]

"This place really is full of hot guys." Francine sighed, missing any insult to her tastes completely. "I can't believe a boy who looks like that signed up for the matchmakey thing!"

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"I never noticed," Katchoo said dryly. "Oh, come here and lemme help you zip up, will ya?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Sure, thanks." Francine turned around and bent slightly at the knees to make the top of the zipper accessible for tiny midget blondes people 8 inches shorter than her. "You should've signed up for it too - we could've double dated!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Conveniently, Katchoo was behind her, futzing with a zipper that shouldn't be this complicated, and the look that said 'God, world, you suck so hard' was easy to hide.

"Yeah, sure . . . couldn't find a date who'd agree to wear the dress," she said, less animated now. "You have fun though."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine giggled again. "I bet there's some guys around here you could get to wear a kilt, at least." She spun around when she was zipped up at last, and went to give Katchoo an exuberant squeeze. "Thannnnnnnks!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

And now there was hugging, which was just as good for hiding the expression, but also very nice on its ow terms.

"Ew, Francine," Katchoo said, though it might have been muffled by Francine-hugs. "Knock 'em dead. Just not literally, since I can't make your bail, okay?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"No knocking people dead with my boobtastic dress. Got it." She'd just have to be careful where she pointed them.

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"I should go," Katchoo said reluctantly, and still kind of clinging. "I gotta help with the carnival apparently. You, have fun."