Francine Peters (
thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-03-07 11:14 pm
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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.
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.
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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."
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"You look like shit." Just in case she missed the streaks on the wrong side of the face and the fact that there were two, and might still think this was her Francine.
Just in case any of the other things slipped out that were pushing at the back of Francine's teeth like she'd swallowed live eels for breakfast.
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"Which means there's a story there."
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"Somebody had to. You weren't around to do it anymore." Two seconds. Two seconds from turning on her heel and running.
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Stupid. Stupid to stand here saying that, stupid to stand here at all, looking. Close enough to reach out and touch her skin and see if it was cold.
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And what the hell did you say to that? What wouldn't sound trite?
"God."
Yeah, that did too.
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"You're warm." Grass is blue, sky is green, the usual.
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"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."
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"Merlin's still alive here too?" She knew the answer to that in July; in her own Fandom, it might easily not be the same today.
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"Yeah. Still alive."
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Orrrrr that could slip out, as she jerked her head towards the room behind Katchoo.
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"We were there too. Except our breakup happened before we ever dated and involved a wall, Merlin's nose nearly getting busted, and you kissing me and telling him he needed to go *&$% Arthur into the mattress."
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She kind of wanted to ask how accurate other-her's directive had been, but no.
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