thatsamilkshake: (making the bed)
Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-01-04 08:44 pm

Room 505, Monday Night


The homemade cookie stash not having been completely depleted by her newest little sibling, Francine was nibbling on one while sorting clothes from her suitcases into Wash Me, Didn't Wear, and Wore In Curacao But Washed It In New York. She'd had to occupy her time at the Muse somehow; might as well be the laundry room.

If one were to take that as an indication that both of her holiday trips had been heavy on the tanning and/or shopping and light on the successful completion of Other Things, one would not be wrong.

At least the beach was relaxing, she didn't get a sunburn and she'd bought a lot of postcards?

[OOC: Oooopen!]

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
And it beat the hell out of a turkey leg and a stick of butter, too.

"Ew, Francie," Katchoo said, flopping down on her bed so as not to disturb Francine's clothes-sorting. Look, one of them had to do that sort of thing, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be her; all of her clothes had gone into the I'll Get Around To Washing These Eventually pile next to her desk.

. . . oh, maybe that was why Clocky was mad. She didn't speak fluent beep, so she couldn't be sure.

"Cookies and cheesecake are not meant to mix like that."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, let's keep the bird parts out of it, regardless of whether or not those birds used to be stuffed animals plzkthx.

"Those are graham crackers. Those aren't cookies." Because Katchoo was the authority figure in this room on baking or something.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Also it was amusing. And . . . a really weird way to work off tension that wasn't really working tension off at all.

"You can? Nobody at Jeff's told me this. I feel lied to. Oh, the humanity!"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo popped up off her bed and playfully stalked Francine's way. "You knew about this? You've been holding out on me! For that," she intoned, and struck a silly and nowhere near intimidating pose, "you're gonna have to pay."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Stalk stalk stalk, and oh, look, there was Katchoo right up in front of her. "Because I love you, idiot?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Love you, love your cheesecake." Let's ignore the irony in Katchoo saying that with a straight face, shall we?

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't it be our cheesecake?" That wasn't meant to be a metaphoruendo, but this was. Why, why, why was this as much nerve as she could work up when the Cartoonist the universe wasn't conspiring against them with other mishaps? "No reason we can't enjoy it together."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
No, that path led to cookie dough and no. Just no. Many, many, many worlds and multiverses of no.

So Katchoo was going to let it go on its merry little way and veer hard to the left.

"No sandwiches here. Just you and me."

. . .

"And the cheesecake."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sharing, anyway," Katchoo retorted.

Given it was Francine's hand she made a grab for, and not the cheesecake, well.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"But it's good. We can handle it," Katchoo replied. Oooh, fuzzy metaphoricalness.