Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis (Tuesday Fandom Time)

[thismaskiwear]

Yeah, you try living in the same not-that-big room as someone you'd had a nasty fight with not all that long ago; it wasn't all that fun, especially if you were like Katchoo and had a tendency to let these things simmer.

. . . if you were Katchoo, you also had a tendency to work these things out through painting. That explained the oil-based

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Aaaafter any phone calls, which means SP is our friend. (When isn't it?)

[thatsamilkshake]

That girl that lived there in that not-that-big room with her had to come back to it sometimes -- and it wasn't even like they were Not Talking. Not really. They were just Not Talking About That.

Or... as much. Or...as non-awkwardly. Or...or okay, so maybe she'd been spending a lot more time Not There, this last week or so. To, you know. Hide from the chance of uncomfortable discussions. Give her space. To paint without Francine's issues getting dealt with in the way.

But she did have to come home sometimes. This time, there was pizza. "Hey."

And awkward. Pizza and awkward.

Re: Aaaafter any phone calls, which means SP is our friend. (When isn't it?)

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo was hardly inculpable when it came to the Not Being There either; she'd tried a few times to avail herself of the studio in the arts building, but the funny thing about being there during hours where security wouldn't frown at her presence: there were other people there.

Imagine how thrilled she was about that state of affairs . . . which was less awkward than coming home was lately, anyway.

"Hey," she replied -- or grunted, more like, even that sound muffled by the paintbrush in her teeth -- and aside from a quick, furtive sideways glance kept her attention focused squarely on her canvas.

Re: Aaaafter any phone calls, which means SP is our friend. (When isn't it?)

[thatsamilkshake]

"Bacon and mushroom okay?" Because she could totally do something about it at this point if it wasn't?

The point was... it was something to say, was the point.

Re: Aaaafter any phone calls, which means SP is our friend. (When isn't it?)

[thismaskiwear]

"'s fine," Katchoo answered more clearly that time.

Usually they'd make jokes about the mushrooms right now, wouldn't they? With the Fat Man voice and hijinks that would scandalize the neighbors if they weren't living in a college dorm.

A few more brushstrokes, and she set the painting aside for the moment; she was hungry, actually, and going for the pizza with incredibly paint-smeared hands.

[bitch_prince]

After that whole... regrettable incident... with calling Francine and chickening out of actually talk about that-- um.

...Arthur had decided that he didn't, particularly, want to talk about that.

Girls. Emotions. Stuff.

Still, eventually, he grudgingly agreed that he might wish to lend Katina some support; at least that had the added benefit that Katchoo was more likely to shout than cry, which at least improved his odds some.

And so her phone was ringing. Warily, if there was such a thing.

[thismaskiwear]

The phone was teetering precariously on the edge of the dresser; did that count as wary?

Close enough.

"Well, well, Pendragon. To what do I owe the headache today?" Katchoo's gruff voice came over the line after about three and a half rings (she'd had to find a rag to wipe her hands, and had settled for a stray sock).

Not shouting exactly, at least not yet. But even for her, there had been more cordial days.

[bitch_prince]

Very briefly (okay, more than briefly) Arthur contemplated going for the Francine strategy after all and spending this entire conversation demanding facts about the weather.

"I... heard matters weren't faring too well." No. Instead, he'd opt for 'earnest but a bit wary about the whole thing'.

[thismaskiwear]

"Depends which ones you mean," Katchoo answered diffidently. "I walk by the right time of day, sounds like some girl down the other end of the hall is having a really great time lately."

Which was to say that she, on the other hand, wasn't. But why couldn't she be difficult about it?