Room 505: Monday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Revenge of Sprawling On The Bed: Still Don't Have Any Classes Tomorrow.

Though this time, Francine had a book, not a pile of laundry she was ignoring

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[bigdamndestiny]

Which would be why she just had to get a text from Merlin. Who still hadn't figured out how to turn the song off.

< FRANCINE!!!!1 >

[thatsamilkshake]

You might wonder at first if if you're mistaking love for sexual attr------

Sigh.

OH LOOK A TEXT MESSAGE. Surely that couldn't be more troublesome and unhelpful than the book.

< MERLIN! Hi! What? >

[bigdamndestiny]

< i thiink I need thatt booke again >

Okay, Merlin. The day after was not the time to have a panic attack and make your iPhone cry.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked down at the book in front of her. Which she hadn't even known he knew she had, but she could see why it might be useful to him, t---

Wait, again.

< You mean THAT book? I thought you still had it. Isn't it under your bed? >

Oh God,what if it wasn't. What if it was somewhere her in her room and she didn't know where and somebody found it and.... knew she thought about sex. Or something. Look, don't expect sense here. Not when THAT BOOK was involved.

[blondecanary]

Dinah was there, kind of lingering in the doorway indecisively. With an envelope. One with the words SAT printed on it in huge letters. "No robobaby tonight?" She peered around for Katchoo. "No roomie with robobaby either?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not right now," Francine said, shaking her head and waving her in. "Karla's got Baby Merlin, and Katchoo's not here."

[blondecanary]

"Cool. Not that they're not fun," Dinah said hastily. "Because they are. But. You know. Distraction factor." She sighed, pleated the envelope, then held it out to Francine. "Help? I can't open it. I'm too nervous."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine stared at it for a moment, even as she was reaching out her hand. "You're too nervous to look at your SAT scores?"