Room 505: Tuesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Thoroughly showered and de-veggie-gutted, Francine, wet hair draped over her shoulder, was picking at way too much take-out from the diner and eying the tray of lemon squares like she might just skip dinner entirely and go straight to dessert.

Any resemblance to the picking she was doing at events of this week in general or last night in particular was purely coincidental. In some universe.

[OOC: For various members of the clustre du fucque.]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Slain by a pillow! Katchoo collapsed backwards dramatically on her bed, spilling a few more fries and earning another indignant beep from Clocky.

"Long as I don't have to eat birdseed, I'm fine with that. Geez, you don't think he's gonna stay like that for a while, do you?" And how come she didn't get to have sharp claws when she turned into an animal? So unfair.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I hope not. I don't think he likes being a bird very much." Yeah, yeah, Katchoo hadn't like being a bunny very much either. But. Fluffy! Cute! "He can't have cookies. And he had to hop down the stairs to see Darkest Night." She hadn't seen him do it that time, but she'd seen it in the hall.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Aww." Yeah, she actually said it. What? It was a cute mental image. "He really went to watch it anyway? Damn, that's some dedication. So . . . what's this I hear about you beating up on vegetables?"

Like she hadn't pummeled an eggplant or seven earlier. Shh.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I hit them with my umbrella!" Sadly, sadly proud, yes. "And then I went and hid in the church til it blew over a bit, but still."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Sorry I missed that," Katchoo remarked, grinning. What was so sad about that pride? It was adorable. "Francine Peters, slayer of celery . . ."

Shut up. It was alliterative even if it didn't get spelled like it.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mostly tomatoes," she corrected. "...And carrots. Lots and lots of carrots." Cathaaaaaaaartic.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Cathartic, yes. Also twitch-inducing, and Katchoo grimaced. "Shoulda had a baseball bat at least."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I didn't go out in that on purpose. I just thought it was raining cherry tomatoes, so I took my umbrella," she explained. "But it worked well enough. It got me to the church at least, and then Castiel was there. Doing something to make them go squish with just his hands."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"And you're okay? No tomato bites?" A moment, if you will, to boggle over . . . the fact that saying that sounded almost normal. Shh, Katchoo was checking her over.

Over. Not out.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I got a few nicks on my ankles." Francine wiggled her bare feet. "But I don't think I've turned into a were-tomato." She poked her arm. "Not juicy."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo pretended to look skeptical. "Are you sure? Maybe I should go over there and check."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked at her for a moment.

Right. Moment over. "Maybe you should."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

She'd take that as an invitation. The hell with food, because in about half a second Francine was going to have a Katchoo hoping she could take a seat on the bed across the room, one who was already studying Francine's feet with the kind of interest you'd expect from someone who painted human figures, and then some.

[thatsamilkshake]

Good thing Francine could just manage to sit up, scoot over, and make room for her in half a second then, wasn't it?

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Good thing indeed, since Katchoo was about to sit down and lean in to rest her chin on Francine's shoulder.

"So no were-tomato, but what about regular tomato-ness?" This might be accompanied by an experimental squeeze of Francine's shoulder. To see if she felt like a tomato.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Am I squishy?" Because she felt kind of squishy right now.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Only in a good way." If by 'good way' you meant 'can I just hug you and never let go?'

[thatsamilkshake]

How about if Francine were to reach for her shoulder like she planned to do some checking for tomtatitude of her own, but instead pulled Katchoo back against her and put her arms around her. Would that count?

"You seem to be kind of squishy yourself. Sure you didn't get bitten?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Yes. That counted in Katchoo's book. She leaned into Francine and let her eyes fall half shut.

"Sure I didn't see mouths on those eggplants." Kind of hard to try to peel faces that weren't there, after all. "No bites. But a hell of a weird day."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's kind of scary that I could say we've had weirder and be right." Francine lifted one hand to Katchoo's temple, maybe a little hesitantly at first, fingers tracing lightly over her hair.

"...Last night, for instance." Was that a segue? It felt like a segue, but it also felt like one of those moments where you shout something private to somebody right next to you in the middle of a crowd, and that's the exact second they all shut up and all anybody can hear is you.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"What about last night?" She was sleepy, and this was relaxing, and thinking wasn't high on Katchoo's priority list right now. Top of the list at the moment was reaching out to put a hand on Francine's knee, and leaning into her touch a bit like one of those cats she was so not fond of.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine let her fingers get lost somewhere in there, in that mass of blonde hair, tangling and untangling. "I, um. Told Dinah."

Oh sorry, no, this was one of those moments where you did that shouting into a microphone you thought was dead but wasn't. In a football stadium.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

A really echoey football stadium, at that.

"You --"

Sorry about the sudden, if only a couple of inches' worth, pulling back there. It made the genuine look of surprise more effective.

"You told Dinah. About . . . this?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"About... yeah. This. Us." Francine studied that surprise, not sure how to read it. "Is that okay?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

What did the amazed grin on Katchoo's face do to affect her reading? "Okay? Francine, that's . . . oh my god." A bigger step than Katchoo had honestly expected her to take just yet, and not a bad kind of surprise in the slightest. "It's more than okay."