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Room 505: Tuesday Morning

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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"I'm sorry." Heck if Francine knew why she said that so much. "I just..." She unwrapped her arms from around herself and drew her knees up, lacing her hands atop them, over the blanket. "It bothers me that I was jealous. I feel like I shouldn't be, like I don't have any right to be."

"Why shouldn't you?" Katchoo could have been confused, but she knew Francine a little too well for that by now. "I started ignoring you for no reason over someone I never really gave a crap about before. If that's not grounds, hell if I know what is."

"It's not... why do I get to be jealous about what you were doing with her, when I'm not..." When she was sitting here in bed with a girl who didn't have any clothes on and trying not to look. Even though there was a blanket. When the most she'd done ever was kiss her.

"It's an emotional thing, Francine. Don't go trying to drag logic into it," Katchoo said with the wry tone of someone who'd long since given up on trying to drag logic into it. Logic was a kicker, a biter, a hair-puller, and an eye-poker when being dragged like that. Because if you could drag logic into it, they wouldn't be sitting (or in her case lying down) here like this.

"I know it's an emotional thing. Thank you, Doctor Freud." That wasn't a snap, it was just a... nip. "I mean, that's how I feel. Like I shouldn't be jealous. Like I'm... like we might as well be just roommates." Francine traced the space between them in the air, then dropped her hands back to her legs. "This. And that's because of me."

Katchoo didn't know what to say to that; she wasn't sure what could be said that wasn't going to come out anything but accusatory. There could have been a long internal monologue about feeling like she was spending her life living out of a suitcase and wondering when she could finally unpack.

"What's the hangup, Francie?" was what she finally opted for. "Or do you even know?"

What wasn't the hangup? That might be an easier question to answer.

My church and my family think it's wrong. Everyone I went to school with before I came here thinks it's weird. I ... don't know what I think, but I feel weird. I want to and I feel like I shouldn't want to. I'm scared to and I feel like a coward for that. I'm afraid if I don't I'll still be hurting you; I'm afraid if I do, I'll... Something. That part, she couldn't even answer.

She shook her head and said none of that. "I don't know. I don't even know where to start. Or, um. How to start."

Yeah, that probably would be the easier question, and Katchoo knew it.

"We could start with me getting dressed," Katchoo offered quietly. "To make things a little less awkward for you."

Maybe things don't need to be a little less awkward for me. Maybe... maybe I need you to push me too far.

"Well, it would make it a little easier for you to come to breakfast with me."

Bawck bawck bawkawwck.

"I dunno. It'd be funny to see the look on Lacey's face," Katchoo mused.

"Not if you startled her so much she spilled your coffee on you, it wouldn't."

"Yeah, okay, that would hurt." Katchoo sat up, keeping the blankets wrapped around her ~~like on TV~~ as she did. "Do you want to go for breakfast? Or stay here?"

"Unless Lacey delivers French Toast, I want to go for breakfast."

Katchoo couldn't help a slight grin at memories of a common room and French toast. "I like your French toast better."

Francine might have suddenly had the same thought, the memory looking way different through the lens of what she knew now. "I could make French Toast. You'd still need to put clothes on unless you want me to bring it back here, though."

"I was a bunny. I got embarrassing pictures taken of me." Katchoo turned on the pout just a little. What? She could do it sometimes. "Doesn't that warrant breakfast in bed?"

"You realize that no one can prove those pictures of a bunny are you, right?" Which didn't stop Francine from sliding out from under the covers - a little gratefully, a little reluctantly.

"Eh." Katchoo shrugged. "Bet the squirrels are gonna be all over that, though."

"So getting mocked on the radio equals breakfast in bed?" Francine grabbed pants from her dresser and shuffled them on under her nightshirt, then went fishing for a shirt. "Okay, but I reserve the right to remind you of that the next time they say stuff about me."

"Next time they say stuff about you, and it won't be me doing it," Katchoo said just a taaaaaaaaaaaaad vehemently, "I'll kick someone's ass."

Oh look, a shirt. One that said Bouncy Cheerful Hellion on it.

And a bra.

And Francine was just going to close her eyes and magically make changing clothes after that conversation be not awkward through the power of wishful thinking.

"I'd prefer the breakfast option."

Katchoo's stomach made a loud complaining noise as if on cue. And it wasn't like she couldn't pick up on the awkward, so she cleared her throat. "No grapes, okay? And no salad."

"I promise not to put salad on your French Toast," Francine replied, shirt coming down over her head.

"Salad on French toast would be an abomination of the highest order, Francie," Katchoo said solemnly.

Damn. There went the view.

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