Room 505, Before Graduation

[thatsamilkshake]

Separation of beds? Check. Francine's bed was pushed back over to the window, and neatly made.

Mostly because it hadn't been slept in last night. The other bed? Ahahaha. Pile of rumpled blankets, pillows, and girl-in-a-slip struggling with the second pair of panty-hose this morning. Francine swore -- the Katchoo way and then the oathy way -- that one more run and she was just saying screw it and going bare-legged.

[OOC: For the girl and the Mom of Dooooom]

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[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

Luckily Marie didn't hear the Katchoo part of the swearing, although she caught the second part, muffled through the door that she'd just raised her hand to knock on.

"Francine? Sweetie, it's me."