Francine and Katchoo's Dorm Room, St. Louis: Saturday Afternoon

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Leftover pizza made a great breakfast even when you were five, and Saturday morning cartoons were a pretty good distraction from the impending arrival of lunchtime, but it did finally catch up.

"I'm hungry." Let's see just how waiflike Francine could make herself look, shall we? "I want ice cream!"

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[OOC: For the girl and an eventual bewildered guest, but open for calls set before he arrives, too.]

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"Freezer's too high, Francie," Katchoo pointed out from where she was bouncing on the bed. "You get the ice cream! You're bigger!"

The waiflike look might be starting to work its wiles, though.

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"Noooo, real ice cream. Inna cone with scoops!" Francine stabbed a wee finger towards the door. There was an ice cream shop out there somewhere. There had to be.

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Katchoo stopped bouncing and plunked down onto her butt on the bed. "You got money?"

What? She never had cash on her.

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"I dunno. Maybe?" Francine scrambled up from the floor where she'd been watching My Pretty Purple Pony and ran over to her desk to get her purse.

Yanking it down by the strap so it bonked her on the head, as you do. "Ow."

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"Francie, be careful," Katchoo admonished, hurrying over to check on her.

And give the purse an almighty swat with one hand. "STUPID MEAN BAG."

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Francine stopped rubbing her head and proceeded to paw through the stupid mean bag. "Oooh, bubbles!"

That was apparently what pepper spray turned into when you turned five. Momentarily distracted, she pulled out the bottle and blew a flock of bubbles into the air around Katchoo's head.

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"STUPID BUBBLES!" Katchoo howled, though she sounded more gleeful than enraged about the prospect as she set about swatting at them. POP POP POP WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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"Cheeeewieeee! Don't pop! When you pop them, they dieeee!"

Benjamin had a lot to answer for in the big brother department.

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"Who told you that? That's STUPID," Katchoo argued. "They're bubbles! They're not alive in the first place!"

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"Benj'min." Francine looked up suspiciously at the few remaining bubbles. "How comes they fly around then if they're not alive?"

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"'s not flying! 's floating. Onna wind," Katchoo explained importantly. "And Benjamin's a poopoo head."

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"Sometimes," Francine agreed matter-of-fact-ly. Her tendency to give boy-types the benefit of the doubt was on-again-off-again with her brother, because he was... her brother. And sometimes a poopoo head.

Another dive into the purse produced a wallet, and shaking that produced... a whole bunch of quarters. All over the floor.

"Moneys!" You didn't need to do laundry this week, did you, grown-up Francine?

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Katchoo wasn't likely to get into her paints as badly today, on the one hand, but on the other hand who knew what else she could get into? Only time would tell.

"A poopoo head with a peepee brain." Thank you for clarifying, Chewie. "But he can't steal our ice cream so ha!"

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"Ice cream!" Just as soon as she got all those moneys gathered up again, and primly tucked into the little coin purse. And stopped frowning quizzically at Katchoo, trying to figure out what was-- oh. "You need pants."

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"Dunwanna! Pants suck," and stomping her foot three times hard was a perfectly good way to emphasize the suckiness, okay? "Stupid stupid pants! Who says I need 'em anyway?"

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"My mommy." Duh. "No going out without pants unless you got a dress on." Those were the rules. "Or shortses."

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"I have underwear. That's enough," Katchoo insisted. "Your mommy's not here, anyway! Who's gonna tell me no?"

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Francine put the tiny little strap to her coin purse over her shoulder like a big person would and headed for the door. "What if somebody sees? There might be boys out there!"

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"Boys are wimps, Francie. They'll run away." Katchoo didn't quite have the vocabulary to articulate they can't handle this yet.

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"They better 'cause I'm not sharin' my ice cream with them." She totally, totally would, and they both knew it.

"LOOK OUT ICE CREAM HERE WE COME!" Francine stood up on tiptoe and threw the door open wide.

Right into the boy that was standing outside it.

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"OOF!"

That wasn't what David had intended to say, but he hadn't been expecting to get hit with a door.

Or be talking to a five year old.

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Which was just proof that he hadn't been hanging around Katchoo long enough, all things considered.

"David! What are you doing here?" demanded the tiny scowly five-almost-six-year-old who . . .

Who else glared like that, honestly?

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Francine looked up at the stranger, then back over at Katchoo. "That's David? You're gonna marry HIM?"

Oh sure, bring that up for the first time since they'd left Fandom now, why don't you, Francine?

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"I...um... what??" David, for his part, tried to peer around the little girl in the doorway to see if Katchoo was there. Or...anything resembling a grown-up.

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"WHAT EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FRANCIE, NO!"

The management would like to apologize to David Qin's poor brain, as well as to the desk chair that Katchoo didn't quite manage to topple over in her moment of reflexive horror at boy-cooties.