Room 505: Tuesday Morning

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A certain bunny might have spent Sunday night in a top hat, but after reassurance that the sudden fascination with Raven's tonsils had worn off and been none of said bunny's doing in the first place, Francine felt a little too guilty, and maybe a little too clingy, for that. So. Francine had fallen asleep last night with a wee baby bunny onna pillow. As you do.

Within reach for easy cuddling because she was SOFT AND CUTE AND FLUFFY.

[OOC: For the bunny! Up super early for slow 'I have to teach tomorrow morning sajdghsjdgh' play.]

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Was she? Francine had to check.

...No.

"Yes! Sorry! um, sorry!" Oh good, now there was flail. Because that decreased the number of places hands ended up.

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Yeeeeeeeah, this was always how she'd wanted to end up clothes-free in Francine's bed.

Okay, so the flailing was cute, but. Sigh.

"I can get up," Katchoo offered. Yes. And then blankets would no longer have a flail-dampening effect.

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"No! I mean-- You don't--" Siiiiigh. It might help if she actually woke up. And, um. Got her hands back in a kept-to-herself condition.

Well, it would help one of them, anyway.

"Sorry." She was awake enough now that it was mostly sorry for being this way.

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Katchoo was starting to realize that her mouth tasted like cotton . . . possibly a cotton blend, but literally. Also figuratively, but mostly literally. She wasn't sure pillowcase counted toward your daily recommended fiber intake.

At least it was warm under the blankets, but she scooted away an inch or two just so maybe Francine would calm down.

"'s okay," she said, trying to keep the shrug casual.

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"No, it's not." How could she go from WHY ARE YOUR HANDS ON HER? to OMG MY HANDS ARE ON YOU? Worse, how could she go from I've thought about this to freaking out when it happened by accident?

Francine wrapped her arms around herself and found her gaze resting on the slightly-chewed pillowcase. "I just... wasn't expecting. I mean... I don't know what I mean."

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Katchoo picked a piece of fuzz out of her teeth and grimaced. "You went to sleep with a bunny on your pillow. That's not what you woke up to and seriously, a rabbit? A RABBIT?"

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That teased a smile out of Francine, if a shaky one. "You were so tiny and fuzzy!"

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Katchoo was on a roll now. "HE TURNED ME INTO A RABBIT. AND YOU MADE ME SLEEP IN A HAT. AND I AM NOT ADORABLE."

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"IT WAS SAFE! I DIDN'T HAVE A BUNNY HUTCH! YOU ARE TOTALLY ADORABLE!"

Francine yelling was a little less yelly and a little more Imma poke you on the nose now.

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Katchoo groaned and slid a little further under the covers. "I'm going to have to kill Arthur and Ino now, you realize this."

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"But not Merlin?" Francine asked, notlooking notlooking notlooking at the covers and what was under them.

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"I might throw something at him," came the slightly blanket-muffled voice. "He was just trying to look out for you. Because I was too busy trying to -- geez!"

And out popped Katchoo's head again, this time complete with thoroughly repentant facial expression. "Francie, I am so, so sorry."

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Okay, looking. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't even her fault, I guess."

She was trying not to sound mad, or sad, or upset because she didn't even know if she was anymore. She shouldn't be.

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"No," Katchoo allowed reluctantly. "But god, it's all so wrong."

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"I should've known something was wrong right away and not flipped out," Francine offered. "It was just... seeing you like that."

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"And I was ignoring you," Katchoo added guiltily. "Hell, I should have known something was wrong."

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"Not really ignoring me, just... not paying attention." What the difference was there, God only knew, and it was only something to say while she looked for what she really meant to, which was apparently, "Do you really want to paint her?"

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"Oh, God. I said that, didn't I?" Katchoo shot a glare toward the ceiling that would have burned a hole through it if she had the power to do so. "No. No, I don't."

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"Maybe you should." Francine sat up a bit, since she didn't need the covers for hiding. Sort of. "She's really pretty."

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"Sure," Katchoo conceded, rolling onto her side. "She's not the one I want to spend all my time looking at, though."

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"Oh." Francine ducked her head. Because eye contact might be, who knows. HEALTHY or something.

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"You can look at me, you know." Katchoo should not be the one with the healthier approach here, people.

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"I know!" She should possibly not sound so guilty about that. Even if it was accompanied by her actually looking up.

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"Francine," Katchoo began, and sighed. "Stop sounding like you killed my cat, wil you?"

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"You don't have a cat." Pause. "Do you want a cat? We could get a cat if you want a cat."