Definitely Not Caught
Who: Franziska, Urataros.
Where: 201, High School.
When: This evening
Rating: PG for angry!Franz
Summary: Urataros finally gets his "date" with his lovely goldfish.
the log:
She would not generally have a dinner date in her own room - in fact, she would rarely have a dinner date at all. But there was little else to do, and no where else to eat, so the dim schoolroom-turned-bedroom would have to do.
Franziska had set up her table again, this time with two chairs, plates and food that she had been hoarding for whenever she needed a proper meal. Again, it was not something she would typically do; her meals back home were much finer and more - expensive - but, again, it would have to do. Pasta, crackers and cheese (laid out elegantly, of course), juice. It was hard to make much else in this foolish place.
She sat down and toyed with her fork, wondering why on Earth (or off of it?) she was doing this. Was it some sort of demented mental retardation brought about by spending so much time in such a foolishly filthy place? Was it Miles, besting her at everything - including romance, apparently, if the caterwauls she'd heard were any indication - or Urataros' new roommate?
Did she just need some company?
No. Scratch that last one - it was foolish. A von Karma did not need anyone but themselves, because they were perfectly perfect and self-sufficient.
It must just be the water.
She thought of Urataros's stupid smarmy chuckle (Uhuhuhuhu) and decided that, were he to get out of line, she could just throw the fork at his head and be done with it.
Where: 201, High School.
When: This evening
Rating: PG for angry!Franz
Summary: Urataros finally gets his "date" with his lovely goldfish.
the log:
She would not generally have a dinner date in her own room - in fact, she would rarely have a dinner date at all. But there was little else to do, and no where else to eat, so the dim schoolroom-turned-bedroom would have to do.
Franziska had set up her table again, this time with two chairs, plates and food that she had been hoarding for whenever she needed a proper meal. Again, it was not something she would typically do; her meals back home were much finer and more - expensive - but, again, it would have to do. Pasta, crackers and cheese (laid out elegantly, of course), juice. It was hard to make much else in this foolish place.
She sat down and toyed with her fork, wondering why on Earth (or off of it?) she was doing this. Was it some sort of demented mental retardation brought about by spending so much time in such a foolishly filthy place? Was it Miles, besting her at everything - including romance, apparently, if the caterwauls she'd heard were any indication - or Urataros' new roommate?
Did she just need some company?
No. Scratch that last one - it was foolish. A von Karma did not need anyone but themselves, because they were perfectly perfect and self-sufficient.
It must just be the water.
She thought of Urataros's stupid smarmy chuckle (Uhuhuhuhu) and decided that, were he to get out of line, she could just throw the fork at his head and be done with it.