Room 505, Friday Afternoon
Francine hadn't come home yesterday. Katchoo had assumed she'd spent the night with Merlin, and that was a line of thought not worth dwelling on for too long.
Which meant she'd spent all night up in front of an easel, slapping haphazard brushfuls of paint onto canvas with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth 99% of the time, stewing. She hadn't bothered listening to the radio, or she'd have been more worried to hear that they'd been spotted in the preserve.
She hadn't slept, either, although now she was sprawled out on her bed with a cigarette dangling from her fingers, staring at the phone on her bedside table. Francine wasn't around; the newbie picnic could go screw itself.
"Ring, dammit," she muttered, and it hit her that when she'd taken off for Toronto Francine must've freaked just as bad. "Where the hell are you, Francie?"
Karma, she'd just decided, was an utter and complete bitch.
[OOC: Establishy, but open if you want to drop in on an edgy and even more snappish than usual Chewie. If you dare.]
Which meant she'd spent all night up in front of an easel, slapping haphazard brushfuls of paint onto canvas with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth 99% of the time, stewing. She hadn't bothered listening to the radio, or she'd have been more worried to hear that they'd been spotted in the preserve.
She hadn't slept, either, although now she was sprawled out on her bed with a cigarette dangling from her fingers, staring at the phone on her bedside table. Francine wasn't around; the newbie picnic could go screw itself.
"Ring, dammit," she muttered, and it hit her that when she'd taken off for Toronto Francine must've freaked just as bad. "Where the hell are you, Francie?"
Karma, she'd just decided, was an utter and complete bitch.
[OOC: Establishy, but open if you want to drop in on an edgy and even more snappish than usual Chewie. If you dare.]