Room 505, Tuesday after classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Her classes for the week taken care of in one swell foop, Francine could have flopped back to bed for a nap, but that sort of thing led to a certain amount of staring at the ceiling in the kind of brood that Arthur had tried to poke her out of last week, and she couldn't exactly say he was wrong about distractions.

So she was sorting laundry while watching an early-season Bitterwoman marathon, and occasionally glancing at the chair where yesterday's purchases from DDD's were laid out (there were tags to clip off, still), wondering if she should try them on again now that she was back in her own room with the right shoes available and a door that locked.

Not that she'd locked it, or even shut it, at the moment.

[OOC: Up eeearly for an expected SP, but open is as open does!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"It adds realism!"

To Bitterwoman.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"They fight giant rubber monsters, Francie." Katchoo rolled over onto her back and put the book on her stomach. "How realistic does it get? It's like listening to Gabrielle talk."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Chewie, we fight giant rubber monsters all the time. Well, not rubber."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"See, that's the difference," Katchoo intoned sagely. "Whether or not you're dealing with something that wears latex."

[thatsamilkshake]

Which just reminded Francine of that straps-and-buckles monstrosity from Dite's, and flail.

"And, um. What exactly are your thoughts on wearing latex?" Because then there was that other thing. The shiny one.

Which wasn't latex, Francine, it was PVC. Shh.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You mean," Katchoo asked after two and a third blinks (she started talking partway through the third blink), "what are my thoughts on me wearing it?"

Your look inside Chewie's brain basically looks like this: jfk;slkajfsdflaks;f gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...What?" Oh sure, distract her with mental images! "No, me!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

And the look inside Chewie's brain basically still looks like this: jfk;slkajfsdflaks;f gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Just in reverse, and accompanied by a dazed grin.

But no drool.

"I." Guh. "Why?"

Sentences. Who needed 'em?

[thatsamilkshake]

"If you don't know why, I don't think I should buy the outfit."

Mean. Yes. But since that was an outfit she didn't buy, Francine could afford to tease about it.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You. In." Blink blink blinkblinkblink. "Francine, do I wanna know what kind of devious ideas you've been coming up with lately?"

No teasing, Francine. Mean.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Katina Choovanski, when have I ever been devious?" You know, successfully.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Many, many times," Katchoo replied mischievously. "How many times you've pulled it off, on the other hand . . ."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hey, I can be devious if I want to!" ...Yeah, not really. "I'm just too honest and straightforward a person to do something like that."

Said Francine, plopping down on the chair that contained the things she did purchase from Dite's last night.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Sure you are." Katchoo set the book aside and sat up. "Why do you have this sudden fascination with wearing rubber?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Who says I do?" Francine shifted on the chair. "It was a completely philosophical question. Like... like... uh." Quick, Peters. Think fast. "What do you want to be when you grow up? What's the meaning of life? What do you think about tight shiny clothes? What are we gonna do after we graduate?"

Crap. That one was a little less philosophical, though Francine couldn't pretend she didn't know where it had come from.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it wasn't as if Katchoo hadn't been thinking about it a lot, too, particularly after their trip to Wales.

"I don't wanna grow up," she said instead, as if it wasn't too late for that already. "The meaning of life isn't what that bumper sticker says it is, it depends on who's wearing the tight shiny clothes, and . . . I have no frikkin' clue."

[thatsamilkshake]

"We have a bumper sticker?" Focus on the important stuff at all costs. "...We have a bumper?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. An imaginary one." It's a good thing you're cute, Francine. "For our imaginary car."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Do you want to get a real car? I guess we probably need one. Not that we can afford one. If we don't get jobs someplace we won't even be able to afford the bumper sticker." The imaginary one.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Depends," Katchoo mused. "Do I get to drive?"

. . . that might sway the answer a lot in the direction of no, Chewie.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Maybe it's be cheaper if we moved someplace with public transportation."