Room 505, Late Monday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

After six long days of no classes, when's the best time to be perched on the open windowsill, swinging your bare legs and waiting up for your roommate who is also your girlfriend to get back to the room, while clad in a raincoat and a grin that keeps trying for seductive and ends up dorky? Monday night, right.

Hey, it wasn't like she had early

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[thismaskiwear]

Bathrobes were for . . . people who were normally Katchoo, actually, except she'd managed to get hers crammed under the bed somewhere and couldn't be bothered to find it before she headed for the shower.

So her hair was damp to the point of almost dripping, still, when she came back into the room wrapped in a towel (hey, she was scrawny, a towel covered a lot) with Clocky trailing behind her and got a glimpse of the raincoat.

"Did it rain in here while I was gone or something?"

Aw, geez, look at that dorky grin. It was so cute.

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, but it might later." Francine hopped down from the windowsill and leaned out to look. "Well, not in here," she added, or the backside of her yellow raincoat did since it was the only thing visible. "But it's getting kind of foggy outside."

She frowned at the dark mist rolling in, picking out almost-shapes within it for a second where the lights of the castle hit, before they swirled away again. Shivering a little, she shook her head and stepped back, pulling the window firmly shut behind her.

Where was she? Oh, right. Dorky seductive grin.

[thismaskiwear]

Totally seductive, by a standard of effect-Francine-had-on-Katchoo, actually.

"Huh. Where'd that come from?" The fog was really not high on her list of interests at the moment, though. "The raincoat, I mean . . ."

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Wal-Mart?"

DDD's notwithstanding, Francine was not exactly a high-market kind of girl.