Room 505, Tuesday After Radio

[thatsamilkshake]

Not that Francine didn't always stay up to listen on Katchoo's radio nights, but after this morning, she wasn't sure she was ever going to sleep again, thanks.

Shower, on the other hand, she might do that again. But maybe not until morning. More than four in one day and you start to risk chafing.

Right now, though, she was just sitting up in bed with the lamp on and the blankets pulled up, reading about wildern Rodents of Unusual Size, and resolutely not falling asleep.

[OOC: For the bffroomiethingperson. Hey Chewie, don't broadcast this; it's after you get back!]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Radio was not going to be, I'm telling you right now had not been up to her usual standards of snark tonight, but Katchoo was too worn out to care about that. By the time she made it back to her room, she was about 200% more sure than the 110% sure she'd already been that as tired as she was, sleep wasn't going to be happening.

So she wasn't at all surprised to find the lights on and Francine awake when she got there, but she did make a point of closing the door quietly.

"I'm thinking insomnia, party of two. What do you think?"