Room 505, Very Very Early Wednesday Morning (Later Than 325. More Stairs to Climb.)

[thatsamilkshake]

"So you think I should call home and ask Mom for tips on getting out bloodstains?" Francine asked when they finally made it back to their room in an attempt at .... anything that wasn't falling flat on her face the second she managed to get the door open.

That would hurt, since her face currently sported a large bruise and a split lip.

[OOC: For the Wee Yappy BFF. And SP, oh God yes.]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Good thing they were having this conversation now instead of years later at Francine's wedding.

"And I'll tell you," she said, actually a promise this time. "I knew him, back when I was living with Darcy. He recognized me by the name I went by then."

[thatsamilkshake]

"You know Griffin Silver and you didn't tell me?" Sometimes her brain's priorities were screwed. Or maybe she was just tired and still kind of in shock. "...Oh. Right."

Her own towel. Her own PJ's. Shower caddy. Yes. "I'll trade you breakfast in bed for one more question..."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Breakfast in bed sounded way too good right now to pass up.

"Yeah, sure. Fire away --" Wait, bad choice of words. "What's the question?"

Hey, she'd almost died a few hours ago. How much worse could it get?

[thatsamilkshake]

"Would you have actually let him sign my bra?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

The first honest-to-God laugh Katchoo had let out in days, maybe weeks, burst out of her throat at the question.

"Oh, Francie. I dunno, would it've made you happy?"

[thatsamilkshake]

God, it was good to hear her laugh, and not in that choked-off way that a testosterone-charged idiot in the middle of a fight might mistake for being laughed at. Cough.

"Nah, not really. Only very special people get to write on my boobs."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Magically or otherwise?" The question sort of slipped out before she could stop it.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Well, I'm kind of particular either way."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Good to know. 'course you realize this means one day you'll wake up and the weirdness of Fandom will leave you with epic poetry on your cleavage . . ."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked down. "It's not that big. Maybe The Night Before Christmas, but not, like.... Beowulf."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if someone had really tiny handwriting . . ." It was a good sign if she felt up to teasing, right?

[thatsamilkshake]

"It would have to be so small you could only read it by staring at them from an inch away."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Hey, look at that, Katchoo even felt up to giving her a tiny bit of a playful look. "Well, if anything was gonna motivate me to read something other than Elegant Waste, that might be it."

[thatsamilkshake]

Hey look, Francine even felt up to throwing a towel at her head. "Shower. Now."

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"All r--mmmmph." Katchoo waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the door.

[thatsamilkshake]

"What was that? Come with me to make sure I don't fall over, Francine? Yes, yes, I think I will."

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Katchoo pulled the towel off her head, stuck her tongue out at Francine, and said in a more serious voice, "Good, 'cause I don't want to let you out of my sight for a while."

[thatsamilkshake]

"You're gonna have to when you actually go into the shower, you know."

Mental images in three, two, blush.

Who knew that hand-size bruises on your cheek could be useful?

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah." Katchoo shuffled a little slowly out into the hallway. "You're not exactly a poster child for hygiene right now."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Which would be why I'm getting in the shower too," Francine shot back, following.

"...A different shower."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Well, damn.

"Next one over, then?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Ulp. "Deal!"