Room 505: Tuesday Morning

[thatsamilkshake]

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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[thatsamilkshake]

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

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[thatsamilkshake]

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

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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

[thatsamilkshake]

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."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"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.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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

[thatsamilkshake]

"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."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"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."

[thatsamilkshake]

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."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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."

[thatsamilkshake]

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

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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

Damn. There went the view.