Room 505, Sunday Night

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Francine was technically still on Thanksgiving break, what with having no classes until Wednesday, so little things like 'clean clothes for the week' or even 'unpacking from the trip to New Gotham' were taking a backseat to sprawling on her bed and.... sprawling on her bed. That was pretty much it, really.

Not, for instance, missing Wee Baby Merlin, now in Karla's care, because that would be ridiculous. Just sprawling.

[OOC: Expecting the bffroomiepersonthing, but open for wanderers by too.]

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That sudden moment of flail was brought to you by OMFG Francine's talking vaguely dirty to me + OMFG in front of the fake baby + OMFG SDLK:FJOSPIDUF THE FAKE BABY HAS RECORDING DEVICES.

"Okay, I think I can fill in the blanks just fine from here myself!"

. . . oh, god. Not the best phrasing there either.

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If Francine didn't know that her heart line was longer than her head line from the amount of facepalming she'd done in her life already, well, she was getting a refresher course now.

"I mean... because you know, it...um... right. Blanks, um. Filled."

Maiden voyage of the USS Not A Wuss: iceberg sighted off the starboard bow.

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She'll never let go, Francine. She'll never let go.

She was also saying absolutely nothing about unfilled blank anything, okay?

Except maybe the unfilled blank space in Baby Whatshername's mouth, now, since Katchoo had gone and dropped the bottle. "Crap crap crap crap where'd it go?" And was she going to have to clean it now? It wasn't like it was real, but argh.

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Oh look, an opportunity to dive off the bed looking for it. Then she could faceblanket instead of palming. "Uh. Here?"

No. That was not a baby bottle. It was a bottle of baby powder, which is admittedly close, but...

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"Francie! Trying to feed the kid here, not change its diapers!" Yelping, not helping the crying. "Aw, geez, no, no, no, it's okay, really . . ."

Rocking the baby. This would be Katchoo, rocking the baby. And feeling oddly less silly about it than she'd thought she would.

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Okay, okay, so it might help if she actually looked under the bed instead of groping blindly.

It might help if she didn't think about groping right now.

"Here you g---"

Oh. That would be Katchoo, rocking the baby. Oh.

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"Yeah?" Katchoo looked up, hair hanging down in her face still because it wasn't like she ever bothered to do much with it and tying it back had been more than she cared to do tonight. "Shh," she added to the baby, still rocking.

"Francie?"

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"Here you go," she said slowly, holding out the toy bottle and just... looking.

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"Hey, it's okay," Katchoo soothed Baby Whatshername, carefully wiping the bottle off on her sleeve (it was clean, it'd have to do) before offering it to her again. "See? It's fine."

She paused to look curiously at Francine again, which meant there was a whole lot of looking going on.

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Yup. Looking. Lotsa that. Some smiling too, maybe a little, there.

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"What?" It was nearly a whisper, mostly in the interest of not disturbing the baby, but also sheer curiosity.

But there was smiling from this end too.

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"Nothing." Something. "I just kinda love you some."

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Katchoo would have leaned over and kissed her, if it wouldn't result in baby-smooshing. "Love you lots, Francie."

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"Okay, maybe lots," Francine allowed, pushing off the floor to come sit beside her again.