Room 505, Saturday Afternoon/Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

It wasn't in Francine to miss that she seemed to spend a lot of time packing and unpacking lately, especially after that conversation in the diner with Katchoo. Now, even though she was only packing for a few days away, it was hard not to feel like it was a trial run for the real thing, especially with Fandom being... Fandom, this week, but the

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[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo had followed some of the others to the woods in one last vague hope that she'd see Emma; no joy there, and finally she headed back to the dorms and up to the room where she immediately headed Francine's way and reached out to pull her into a hug.

No verbal greeting, just . . . a hug.

[thatsamilkshake]

Well, that certainly knocked Francine's vaguely pensive train off the rails. "Chewie?" she asked after a few seconds of silence, because some hugs were meant to be that way.

[thismaskiwear]

"There's nobody here for me," Katchoo said, muffled into her shoulder. Seeing her father would have been nice too, come to think of it. "All these visitors, and . . . I was hoping."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh, baby." There wasn't anybody for Francine because there wasn't anybody for Francine; her dad wasn't dead after all, just off being a dickhead.

"I didn't think--" She didn't know what she didn't think, though. Mostly that Katchoo hadn't said anything, and so she'd been Not Saying Anything.