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

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

Damn. There went the view.