Curious Chicklet Bathroom, Tuesday Late Morning (And then the Sewer)
It was a frikkin' miracle, really, that Katchoo had managed to make it successfully into the shower on only her third try this morning, and even more of one that she'd gotten the water running, considering everything she reached for seemed to end up in bubblewrap. That was kind of annoying, especially when the shower valves got too wrapped up to grip -- it wasn't like she broke things all the time just by touching them, geez.
She wasn't sure what was annoying her more at the moment: struggling to undo the water-slicked bubblewrap around the soap, or the bubblewrapped shower door that kept flying open due to her increasingly animated attempts to get to the soapy center of the bubblewrap roll.
[OOC: For someone specific primarily, mwahahaha, but open to cabinmates if you wanna risk her wrath. Er, maybe not so much open now. Why are there no color panels of Katchoo in the shower? :( I mean, there's great black and white ones, but . . .]
She wasn't sure what was annoying her more at the moment: struggling to undo the water-slicked bubblewrap around the soap, or the bubblewrapped shower door that kept flying open due to her increasingly animated attempts to get to the soapy center of the bubblewrap roll.
[OOC: For someone specific primarily, mwahahaha, but open to cabinmates if you wanna risk her wrath. Er, maybe not so much open now. Why are there no color panels of Katchoo in the shower? :( I mean, there's great black and white ones, but . . .]