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Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-03-07 11:14 pm

Room 505, Sunday Night

This was stupid and Francine shouldn't be here; she should hole up in Momoko's room until this weekend thing wore off and she woke up back where she was supposed to be. But here she was.

Francine hadn't been here since yesterday morning. Francine hadn't been to the version of here she used to call hers since the sun had come out in Greenland months ago and she'd walked out of that other Fandom without looking back. But here she was.

Knowing now that this wasn't a nightmare or some kind of last-ditch effort by the vampires to drag them all back... didn't make knocking on this door any easier, or any less tempting. Or any less stupid.

But here she was, doing it anyway.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo had . . . pretty much not left the room all weekend after that, no, and the fact that it took several long, shuffling minutes for her to get to the door and open it might have indicated as much, though possibly not as clearly as the fact that, honestly, she looked like shit when she opened it.

But in a very human way, at least?

"Fr --" She coughed, in a way that the waft of stale smoke from the open doorway would explain too fragrantly well. "Francine."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"And you talk like me." No, that about covered everything the streaks that were all wrong for her Francine didn't. Katchoo ran a hand through her tangled mess of hair, sizing her up.

"Which means there's a story there."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You mentioned that part yesterday." Katchoo was looking very, very pointedly at one of the streaks in not-her-Francine's hair. Reaching out cautiously with one hand, not in the right place for it but with all the body language of trying to see if a scared animal will shy away. Glancing back at the mirror in the room, then back at the unfamiliar white streak. "Thanks for that, I guess. Not forgetting me."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo's responding noise could have been an amused grunt or an attempt to clear her throat. Probably both, though. "Like I'd let you."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I --" And maybe Katchoo was closing a little of that remaining distance. Maybe she shouldn't be doing this, because it'd be making it worse, but like she could ever pretend Francine being upset didn't kill her at least a little bit?

And what the hell did you say to that? What wouldn't sound trite?

"God."

Yeah, that did too.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Dingy broad." She never meant that as an insult, but it came out unusually gentle even for Katchoo, and that might have had something to do with Francine's hand and her leaning into that touch, closing her eyes instinctively. "You only just now noticed?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
At least she understood why Francine pulled away this time -- the low steady thrum of this is cruel this is cruel isn't it? in her head helped remind her. Didn't mean it didn't still hurt, just a little.

"Frikkin' Fandom." Katchoo ran the hand she'd been about to cup over Francine's through her hair instead; it was a completely transparent move, but what else was she going to do with it? "That shouldn't be a bad thing, dammit."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes." Katchoo shook her head. "I meant me existing shouldn't be a bad thing."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
And Katchoo was looking at the second streak again, jaw tensing. Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, this Francine's world was one messed up place.

"Yeah. Still alive."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Katchoo glanced over her shoulder toward the pushed-together beds. "The clue train pulled through the station here a while ago, for all of us. Did you -- figure it out sooner than we did?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"That was --" Holy god. Had that whole coma-thing really happened that long ago? "You were, but it's been months now. You broke up with him at Homecoming for me."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-08 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just like butter," Katchoo intoned, unable to avoid a tiny, shaky laugh. "You're still friends, though. It worked out."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-03-09 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo ducked her head and let out a gruff, rasping chuckle. "Gawd. I like that version way better than mine -- did he spend months thinking I was going to strangle him afterward?"

She kind of wanted to ask how accurate other-her's directive had been, but no.