Room 505, Tuesday Late Afternoon

[thismaskiwear]

So one minute there'd been an attempt at actually, finally sucking it up, saying 'the hell with it,' and kissing Francine until she couldn't breathe as a prelude to other things that . . . would have a definite impact on breathing

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[thatsamilkshake]

Totally adorable, though the timing had made Francine less inclined to go awwwww and more inclined to throw a lamp or two at the wall. Not that she had, but she'd thought about it, dang it.

Now, she was sprawled on her bed looking down at the expression of the small, fuzzy, totally adorable bunny resting on her stomach. "You know, if you keep that up, your face is gonna freeze that way."

[thismaskiwear]

Oh, screw that, her face was probably already frozen that way, and don't think if Katchoo had had bigger paws (never mind the opposable thumbs) she wouldn't have thrown a lamp or two through the frikkin' window by now.

What she did end up doing was sort of . . . pawing at Francine's stomach and twitching both ears.

Stupid, stupid universe. Stupid timing, stupid Fandom, stupid --

"-- CAN'T EVEN BLAME IT ON ANYONE THIS TIME, WHAT THE GODDAMN $*(!# HELL, COULDN'T THAT HAVE WAITED ONE STUPID DAY?"

. . . oh, hello. It was a lot louder in here. Also cold.

[thatsamilkshake]

Oh look, a naked girl.

OH LOOK, A NAKED GIRL.

"Katchoo--"

[thismaskiwear]

"-- RIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO $(!*%^($)#^@+~^!!!! --"

Oh. Voice. LOOK, TALKING.

And naked.

Sprawled out on Francine.

Know what would make Katchoo cut off a really good rant in three-hundredths of a second? Scrambling the hell off the bed before her clothes-free proximity brought on a possible freakout. Just because there wasn't a hot tub here didn't mean they couldn't find some way to bring the distastrous flailing into the situation.