Strokes of Genius, Saturday (7/31)

[thismaskiwear]

The master class in drawing characters she'd taken in San Diego last week had turned out to be more useful than Katchoo had anticipated; she'd been thinking it would turn out to be something pretentious and annoying where she'd end up doing her own thing and ignoring the teacher

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[bitch_prince]

Arthur's appearances might not have been as predictable as they had been before for several reasons, but still: there the phone was, ringing.

[thismaskiwear]

Which was, on Katchoo's end, predictable in that she hid a grin when she saw the caller ID, but nevertheless, when she picked up the phone:

"I did not stab anybody in the eye, no matter what Francine says!"

[bitch_prince]

There was a short pause.

"...Were you attacked, then," Arthur said, sounding perhaps more serious than he really should.

[thismaskiwear]

"Nah," Katchoo said -- after a sinus-wrenching snort of laughter. "Trampled a few times, but no attack. Well."

She had to consider this one for a second.

"Okay, nah."

[byneptunesbeard]

Aquaman walked into an art store.

This should be interesting.

"Excuse me, young miss!" he greeted the shopgirl brightly. "Do you happen to carry bags of those cute, colorful little puffballs? Preferably orange and green ones, or the ones with the little sparkly bits in them?"

[thismaskiwear]

This should be --

". . . puffballs?" Katchoo echoed blankly. "Aw, geez, tell me you're not gonna glue googly eyes and goofy cardboard feet to 'em."

[byneptunesbeard]

...

Aquaman had not even thought of that, but it was very clear, with the brightening of his expression like a child on a snowy Christmas morn, that he thought it was wonderful!

"Outrageous!" he said. "I'll need twice as many puffballs now, to be sure! And do you have the googly eyes, as well?"

He chuckled, amusing himself greatly with the thoughts of how much Sarah and Guy will love it to open the cupboards for their morning coffee, to find a little puffball Aquaman to greet them. Or perhaps reaching for a spoon, or the television remote! He should send some to Mera, as well; surely, she would appreciate them, too!

"What a great suggestion!"

[thismaskiwear]

Oh . . . crap. Maybe that sound wasn't her shoe knocking against the underside of the counter; maybe it was the crack of doom instead.

"Yeah, and the pipe cleaners --" oh, Chewie, don't -- "and glue an' all that crap. Down that aisle over there," she said, pointing in what was actually the right direction. "I think we might have some the size of your head, even."

[flowering_mind]

"You know," she said, entering and wandering over to hop up on the counter without so much as a by-your-leave. "I'd almost say you're thinkin' today. 'Bout what?"

Saying hi was for other people, apparently.

[thismaskiwear]

"About how it's been a long frikkin' time no see," Katchoo drawled, almost cracking a grin. "I was just thinkin' about dusting off an old project of mine from a few years ago again. Ino. How are things?"

[flowering_mind]

"You don't write, you don't call," she lamented, eyes sparkling with amusement. "How is a girl supposed to know you're even back? Things are eminently thing-like, Katina. It's desperately exciting."

Or not. It hadn't been the best while, really, but Ino was nothing if not avoidant.

[thismaskiwear]

Oooh, avoidant. Katchoo was an aficionado of that pastime too. "Oooh, yeah. Sounds like a real roller-coaster ride," she drawled. "Blockbuster movie of the summer, must-see, yadda yadda. Good thing I'm not much of a movie-goer." Which was to say that no, she wasn't about to dive in asking.

"We were on vacation last week," Katchoo added by way of explanation. "Got you something, too."

She reached under the counter and pulled out a small bag containing a couple of volumes of some manga about ninjas, tossing it toward Ino. "Figured the fun of you telling me how they got everything wrong is the gift that keeps giving."

She did it, albeit mostly to herself, every time she watched some mob crime show, after all.