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Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-11-10 11:24 pm
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Room 505: Tuesday Night

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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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2009-11-12 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Francine grinned. "Bacon and sausage and steak for breakfast tomorrow."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
...okay, that won his love back in the form of chirping and attempting to get as close to on her lap as he could with out... being on her lap. With the claws.
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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2009-11-12 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Which Francine appreciated. "I'll make sure Arthur shares."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh please. He didn't like the bacon they had here. It was always shoved onto Merlin's plate.

Merlin nodded, leaning against her again.
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