Strokes of Genius, Wednesday
Man, talk about your mood swingy weeks -- Katchoo had gone from being a crying mess to going just about postal to being a crying mess for much better reasons to laughing her ass off in public two days in a row. That was some frikkin' tiring stuff, and today she was pretty subdued, slouched behind the counter at work while Clocky stood guard by the open door and occasionally let out a shrill warning beep.
"Stop it," Katchoo would say.
*breeeeep!*
"Knock it off, will ya?"
*beepbeepBEEEEP!*
"There's no zombies out there. SHUDDUP ALREADY!"
Repeat a few more cycles, and then random debris would go flying out the door near Clocky, who somehow managed to look about as smug as an alarm clock on wheels could look. And then a little while later it'd start all over again. Some people had post-zombie trauma; Clocky had a new way to annoy Katchoo. Guess who was just thrilled about that?
[OOC: The OCD closes its eyes and flies out of its mind into the fire. Um. I don't know. Random earworm this morning. And open, highly likely SP until evening though.]
"Stop it," Katchoo would say.
*breeeeep!*
"Knock it off, will ya?"
*beepbeepBEEEEP!*
"There's no zombies out there. SHUDDUP ALREADY!"
Repeat a few more cycles, and then random debris would go flying out the door near Clocky, who somehow managed to look about as smug as an alarm clock on wheels could look. And then a little while later it'd start all over again. Some people had post-zombie trauma; Clocky had a new way to annoy Katchoo. Guess who was just thrilled about that?
[OOC: The OCD closes its eyes and flies out of its mind into the fire. Um. I don't know. Random earworm this morning. And open, highly likely SP until evening though.]