Room 505: Monday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Revenge of Sprawling On The Bed: Still Don't Have Any Classes Tomorrow.

Though this time, Francine had a book, not a pile of laundry she was ignoring

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[bigdamndestiny]

Which would be why she just had to get a text from Merlin. Who still hadn't figured out how to turn the song off.

< FRANCINE!!!!1 >

[thatsamilkshake]

You might wonder at first if if you're mistaking love for sexual attr------

Sigh.

OH LOOK A TEXT MESSAGE. Surely that couldn't be more troublesome and unhelpful than the book.

< MERLIN! Hi! What? >

[bigdamndestiny]

< i thiink I need thatt booke again >

Okay, Merlin. The day after was not the time to have a panic attack and make your iPhone cry.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked down at the book in front of her. Which she hadn't even known he knew she had, but she could see why it might be useful to him, t---

Wait, again.

< You mean THAT book? I thought you still had it. Isn't it under your bed? >

Oh God,what if it wasn't. What if it was somewhere her in her room and she didn't know where and somebody found it and.... knew she thought about sex. Or something. Look, don't expect sense here. Not when THAT BOOK was involved.

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin had to pause and peer under his bed.

< it was. >

Then, a moment later sent:

< wOuld itt be strang to talke about some thinge with you?? >

[thatsamilkshake]

Probably, yes. Most of the things they talked about tended to be strange. Still...

< You can talk about anything you want with me. >

Putting together of Text 2 with Text 3 in three, two, .... yeah, no, not happening without outside assistance or supernatural intervention.

[bigdamndestiny]

Yeeeeeah. They were special.

< mAYBE I shoulde come ovvr? >

[thatsamilkshake]

< Sure! I'm in my room. I've got ice cream, even! >

Followed by < Is everything okay? > because Francine's Worrydar was three times as strong as her obliviousness.

[bigdamndestiny]

< i thinke so. >

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, even though it was open. "Francine?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hi!" By the time he got there, That Other Book was shoved to the side -- she didn't exactly feel like it needed hiding from Merlin -- and two half-pints of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream were defrosting on the table near her bed. "Come on in."

[bigdamndestiny]

"Ice cream?" He said, peering at it hopefully. "I think I may need it. We may."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Ice cream," Francine confirmed, the worry-lines reappearing on her forehead as she shut the door behind him. "Is it that bad?"

[bigdamndestiny]

"I don't think so." Merlin sat down on her bed. "So--something happened in Gotham."

[thatsamilkshake]

Speak slowly and carry a big spoon. Or at least hold one out along with the ice cream. "I know. I was there, remember?"

[bigdamndestiny]

"..." Please don't say things like that to him.

[thatsamilkshake]

"We talked about stuff my mom thinks is obscene?" she reminded him helpfully.