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]

"Hey. I haven't been drinking as much lately," Katchoo objected, nudging Francine lightly with her forearm. "And you don't have to apologize, honey."

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, you haven't." Don't think she didn't notice that. "I'm just a more talented worrier than you. Gotta be good at something."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You're good at a lot of things. Stop selling yourself short," Katchoo said firmly.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm not the short one in this--" It'd be nice if that sentence had an end that she felt sure of. "I'm not very good at this," she said finally.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You told Dinah, and I didn't even ask you to." That sort of made up for the cut-off end of the sentence. "It's not like there's classes you can take in this, Francie. I don't even know if there's rules."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Secret handbook?" Francine asked almost hopefully.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo laughed. "I might've heard something about one stashed in the library, right at the end of . . . actually, no. No secret handbook. If there is, nobody told me."

[thatsamilkshake]

There had to be books. There were videos. Cough. There had to be books. Not that she was going to go into the library and check them out, but that was what amazon.com was for, right?

Fear, internets. Fear.

"There should be. So you know if you're doing it right." ...NOT DIRTY! "I mean ...not being too slow, or too fast or...something. Getting stuff in the right order."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Maybe there are. I've never looked. Besides." Katchoo, struck by the vague sensation that perhaps the intarwebz should be trembling with apprehension, shrugged. "Books are just . . . books. Written by people who don't know you, or what you've gone through."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mhmm." She didn't necessarily disagree, but... "It's what I haven't gone through that I need help with, though."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Is this something I can't help you with?" She wasn't exactly the most objective party here.

[thatsamilkshake]

Ouuuch. "Oh, baby, of course you can." She didn't even realize the word was out of her mouth until she was pulling her fingers out of Katchoo's hair to wrap both arms around her again and oh. "I...sorry..."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Stop apologizing, Francine." If Katchoo sounded a little tired, she really was. Beating up on purple vegetable-things took it out of you. "I don't mind, from you."

The word still didn't have the best associations for her, but dammit, this was different, or should be.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Sor---" Cough. "I just... maybe I am going in the wrong order, you know? I mean, we've known each other forever. We already live together. I already..." Maybe it wasn't the time or the place to say think I might be spending the rest of my life with you, no matter what we are to each other when we do that. "It's like trying to jump right to the end without knowing how we got there."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"That only works for cheesy mystery novels, I think." Katchoo found herself a nice untomatoey shoulder to use as a pillow. "Unless you already know how the story ends. But they always say the interesting part is getting there."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I hope so, because that's what I'm working on."