Room 511, Friday after classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine, after a shockingly busy week, could be found where she could usually be found just before a big clothes-related event, particularly one involving boys: in the closet, in a state of complete obliviousness concerning the irony of that fact, in a continual ricochet between nervous and full of squee, and at least halfway into her homecoming

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[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo was on her way down to the carnival, as of yet blissfully (as blissful as this one ever got) unaware of what exactly she was expected to do, when she passed Francine's room, and poked her head in through the open door.

"I hear spazzing," she noted. "And no, that dress does not make you look fat."

Stupid date. He'd better appreciate it. Or maybe he'd better not.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You haven't even seen it yet," Francine called back, rolling her eyes. She stepped out from behind the closet door, still trying to get the zipper fully done up in back. "Dork."

[thismaskiwear]

Silence for a few beats as Katchoo just gaped.

". . . wow," was the ever so objective and unbiased evaluation that came out of her mouth when she remembered how to do that speaking thing.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...is it too short? Gahhhh, I knew it was too short!"

[noboynextdoor]

Amazingly enough, Jess did actually own nice clothes.

...okay, so it was one nice outfit, but it still counted, even if it made him uncomfortable to wear it.

When he was ready, he went up to Francine's room and knocked on the door to see if she was ready as well. He still couldn't believe he was going to a dance with someone he hardly knew, but at least she was a nice girl and not completely nuts that he knew of.

[thatsamilkshake]

Given the timing, Francine had a pretty good idea who was at the door. To which, of course, there was only one possible reaction:

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Just think what she could've managed if she'd actually been at a keyboard.

Right, Peters. Just remember what Ino said. Act confident until you believe it. Or... maybe at least until other people believe it.

She took a deep breath and opened the door like she hadn't just been spazzing for the last three hours. "Hi there."

[noboynextdoor]

Jess hadn't known what to expect. But for a supposed dork, he had to admit that Francine dressed up well. "Hey," he said. "You look really nice."

[thatsamilkshake]

Dork!Francine would blush and stumble over her tongue and probably tell him he looked pretty, which he did, but you didn't say that, and that was so going to be the next thing out of her mouth now that she'd thought of it, helllp.

Faking-confidence!Francine at least managed not to have that conversation on the outside of her head. "Thank you. So do you!"

Before Jess

[notyourpawn]

"You look lovely," Alice smiled, pinning another butterfly into her hair. "That color suits you. I swear you're glowing."

Re: Before Jess

[thatsamilkshake]

"Glowing? Oh God, I look pregnant?" Oh, Francine, shut up. Actually, she seriously said that. Out loud. "Oh, Francine, shut up. Please pretend I just said 'thank you, you look great too, those butterflies are adorable.' "

Re: Before Jess

[notyourpawn]

"Pregnant women glow?" Alice asked. "They always seem rather cross to me. I meant your skin, it's very rosy. And would you like a butterfly? I seem to have extra."

Really, it was a relief that Alice hadn't decided to conjure some elaborate statue out of her butterflies and walk around with a ten-pound attachment on the side of her head.

Re: Before Jess

[thatsamilkshake]

"That's what my mom and aunts always say. Isn't she just glooooowing?" Francine answered with a shrug. "And ooh, really? They're so pretty. I was thinking about putting my hair up, if I can get it so it doesn't just come flopping down in my face again."