Room 505, Late Monday Night

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After six long days of no classes, when's the best time to be perched on the open windowsill, swinging your bare legs and waiting up for your roommate who is also your girlfriend to get back to the room, while clad in a raincoat and a grin that keeps trying for seductive and ends up dorky? Monday night, right.

Hey, it wasn't like she had early classes.

[For the tiny blonde with issues. No, the other o-- no, the other one.]

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Bathrobes were for . . . people who were normally Katchoo, actually, except she'd managed to get hers crammed under the bed somewhere and couldn't be bothered to find it before she headed for the shower.

So her hair was damp to the point of almost dripping, still, when she came back into the room wrapped in a towel (hey, she was scrawny, a towel covered a lot) with Clocky trailing behind her and got a glimpse of the raincoat.

"Did it rain in here while I was gone or something?"

Aw, geez, look at that dorky grin. It was so cute.

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, but it might later." Francine hopped down from the windowsill and leaned out to look. "Well, not in here," she added, or the backside of her yellow raincoat did since it was the only thing visible. "But it's getting kind of foggy outside."

She frowned at the dark mist rolling in, picking out almost-shapes within it for a second where the lights of the castle hit, before they swirled away again. Shivering a little, she shook her head and stepped back, pulling the window firmly shut behind her.

Where was she? Oh, right. Dorky seductive grin.

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Totally seductive, by a standard of effect-Francine-had-on-Katchoo, actually.

"Huh. Where'd that come from?" The fog was really not high on her list of interests at the moment, though. "The raincoat, I mean . . ."

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Wal-Mart?"

DDD's notwithstanding, Francine was not exactly a high-market kind of girl.

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Right, because Katchoo, stepping neatly around Clocky on her way to go perch on the edge of the bed, was?

"Where? In the non-rainy indoorwear section?"

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"No, in the--oh." Francine crossed her arms. "If you're gonna be a butthead, I just might not let you see what's under it."

So romantic.

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"Geez, Francie, you're such a sweet-talker," Katchoo drawled, helpfully backing up the narrative. "And a tease. Gawd. Should I go find my pajamas now?"

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Back to the grin, and Francine unsnapping her raincoat.

"I don't know. I guess that's up to you."



"Do you feel like putting clothes on?"

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Who was holding on to the towel, keeping it in place?

Oh, that's right. No one, now, because Katchoo needed those hands elsewhere.

. . . over her mouth, where did you think they were?

"Holy frikkin' hell, Francie!"

Or more "Hmmph fmmphphhng hnngh, Fnnghhhh!"

Details.

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"KATCHOO, NEXT TIME SHUT THE DOOR BEFORE YOU STRIP!"

Perhaps someone down in the lobby didn't hear Francine yell that as she dived for said door.

Perhaps someone blind would not see how hypocritical that yelling was.

Look, she'd been distracted before... and now she was kind of distracted again because towel but DOOR. No towel. DOOR. No towel.

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"I DIDN'T STRIP, YOU DINGY BROAD, YOU FLASHED ME AND THEN I . . ."

Hang on a second.

"Oh."

Well, what else was she supposed to do? Look at that outfit.

Clocky, on the other hand, just rolled under the bed with a disgusted little zerblrtpffft.

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And now there was a dingy broad with her back pressed up against the door, breathing hard and shoving the latch into place.

"I didn't flash you! Flashing's when you close the raincoat after!"

The raincoat that was currently on the floor somewhere near the bed.

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"Okay, okay, it's a strobe-lighting me thing, holy $*#!, Francine, when did you get that?!?"

Said the girl who wasn't even wearing a towel at the moment, because said towel was hanging out in the general vicinity of the raincoat, and hello there heavy breathing, how the hell are you?

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"Last week. Karla helped me pick it out." And try it on. Come on, there were laces to lace.

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". . . someone's getting a thank-you gift." How the hell Katchoo managed to say that with her jaw hanging open was anyone's guess. Hey, at least there wasn't literal drool. Yet.

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Francine figured she could probably stop leaning against the door now that she'd locked it, so she made her way back to the bed. "This is a thank-you gift."

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"Is it?" Katchoo was reaching for her before Francine was even within reach, and yes, still staring in something not at all unlike awe. "Thanks for what exactly?"

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Yes, well. There were also ***NAKED!*** issues, made even more apparent by Francine tripping over the towel and landing.... more or less in Katchoo's lap.

"Erf." That would be Francine looking up at her, and maybe a couple of little birds, but those were always there. "Being here?"

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Katchoo would be the first one to vouch for it if Francine ever admitted out loud that she saw or heard birds all the time.

"For you? Always, Francie." Hello, thank-you gift quite literally falling right into her lap, and Katchoo would be stupid not to take advantage of that by scooting back on the bed as best she could to . . . play with the laces on that outfit. Yes.

[thatsamilkshake]

There were plenty of laces to go around, and God only knew if Francine had laced them all correctly. The damned thing was on, and she couldn't really see her feet in it, was the point.

"For when I wasn't here, too." Francine caught her own fingers in the laces on one side of the skirt. "I mean. You know what I mean. Her. When I wasn't me."

Because she still had been. She remembered.