Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis, Monday Noonish

[thatsamilkshake]

Since Francine had lucked out with no afternoon classes on Mondays, it was the perfect day to grab lunch to go at the dining hall, then take it back to the dorm to sprawl on the bed, dunk fries in ranch dressing, flip through the latest issue of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker: Season 8, and catch up on the world outside of eastern Missouri.

Via her phone, not a comic book about creating new universes by having airborne sex with ... seriously? Wow, this series had not only jumped the shark, it had done a belly-flop onto the shark's back and was now waterskiing behind it while performing opera in Chinese.

[Open for calls, texts, etc., and as always, Le Girl]

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[bitchprince]

"Well, that's... encouraging to know," he said, dubiously. "It suits you."

There was a short silence on the other end of the line, as if he wasn't quite sure what the etiquette was for seguing from one phrase to the next, then gave up, and said, "How is school?"

One day, he was going to manage something beyond closet-fifty-year-old.

[thatsamilkshake]

Possibly by the time he was fifty.

"Different, at least. I'm taking a psychology course, for one. Now I can tell Katchoo she's being a crazy person when she yells at the tv, and I've got big words to back it up."

[bitchprince]

"And how well does she take to that, exactly?"

He knew Katchoo.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Katchoo has...um...other words to use. They're not necessarily big."

[bitchprince]

"A bit of the old #$()(__**&&@#, yeah?" he said, sympathetically. "At least you tried."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Arthur Pendragon! I didn't even know you knew that word!"

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes at his phone. "I know Katina," he said, simply. "And the only reason I would even say that to you is because I know you know Katina, so me keeping my mouth won't do much good."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine laughed. "I know, but it's still funny to hear you say it." Someone should really record her someday when she went into full blown CHUCK BASS MUST DIE mode, then play it back later.

[bitchprince]

Arthur sighed exasperatedly on the other end of the line. "Just let me know if she needs a talking-to," he said, like that would work. "Honestly, Francine."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Katchoo's fine; she just likes to make a change from ranting about her art professors every so often, so she rants at stupid people on reality shows."

[bitchprince]

Arthur made a slightly irritated noise in the back of his throat. "If the teachers aren't adequate, perhaps I should intervene."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine paused with a fry circling just above the cup full of dressing. "What would you do, exactly? Call and order them to hire somebody better?"

[bitchprince]

"Well, I am paying them," Arthur said, logically. "I believe that gives me the right to speak to them, don't you?" Because it worked that way.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You could try tapering off on the mako, Zack Junior, I guess. But a bunch of other people are paying them too. Plus, well. Chewie's never gonna find an art teacher without something she can complain about."

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes at the phone (because that was so very useful), and answered, "Then maybe I should give her a talking-to. I'm just trying to ensure the quality of your education is as high as it could be."

And he was perfectly willing to shout at some people to accomplish that.

[thatsamilkshake]

"As long as I'm not in the room for that conversation. I'm pretty sure Katchoo would come up with words even I haven't heard from her."

[bitchprince]

"Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad," said Arthur.

Over-optimistically.