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thatsamilkshake

Room 505, Thursday Night

May 06, 2010 21:32

So it turns out that punching a tree? Kinda stupid. SAM. Which was why the girl with her chin buried in the fur of a hunting hound (that she was still allowed to call a puppy because...YOUR FACE) looked like she was flipping people the bird if they walked past the half-open door. It wasn't them; it was just the splint. ...Okay, it was also the mood ( Read more... )

[katchoo], [firekeeper], pet-like things: brynmor, places: room 505, pet-like things: owain

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kestrelswolf May 7 2010, 01:52:27 UTC

When the day passed with no word from either Arthur or Merlin, Firekeeper and Blind Seer's suspicions were pretty much confirmed. Which was why they were upstairs knocking on Francine's door, wondering if her friend knew yet.

"Francine?" she queried, poking her head through the open door.

thatsamilkshake May 7 2010, 02:11:39 UTC

"Hey," Francine said quietly when she realized who it was. Brynmor perked up, though, barking a puppy-no-matter-what-size-I-am greeting at Blind Seer.

kestrelswolf May 7 2010, 02:22:41 UTC

Blind Seer returned the greeting, tail wagging in amusement at the puppy's (who was younger than Blind Seer, and thus totally a puppy) enthusiasm.

"What happen?" Firekeeper frowned, nodding at the splint as she pushed the door open.

thatsamilkshake May 7 2010, 02:26:17 UTC

Francine glanced down and flexed her finger at the only joint that would. "I was stupid and didn't let Arthur give me boxing lessons before he disappeared into thin air, so the tree won."

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thismaskiwear May 7 2010, 02:21:57 UTC

Katchoo hadn't gone to work after this morning -- bad enough she'd badly missed Arthur's usual pestering on yesterday's shift, and after this she just couldn't bring herself to spend hours in that store and think about how she'd never see him shouldering his way through the door like he owned the place. She could swear there was a spot on the counter that had been worn to a high gloss from him leaning on it, and that way lay staring at it, and brooding, and an even more morose mood than usual.

Instead, once they'd gotten Francine's hand taken care of, she'd alternated between wandering up to the roof to smoke and coming back to the room, staring at her unpacked luggage, and . . . not doing a damn thing to rectify that.

She slouched back in from her latest trip to the roof and curled up on the bed behind Francine, careful not to disturb the new animal occupants.

"Hey."

thatsamilkshake May 7 2010, 02:40:29 UTC

"Hey." The nice thing about puppies was they were pretty flexible when it came to snuggling. (Owls, not so much, but there was a whole half the bed over there for Owain to stake out.) To Bryn(ne), one more person was just THAT MUCH MORE TO LICK OMG.

Which at least teased a brief smile from Francine, when the squirming around resulted in Katchoo's nose getting a very wet hello.

thismaskiwear May 7 2010, 02:48:09 UTC

"Okay, okay, furball, I get it, geez," Katchoo protested splutteringly, reaching out to scruffle the dog behind the ears.

There might've been a brief hug in there too, and then Katchoo squirming around to rest her head against Francine's knee.

thatsamilkshake May 7 2010, 02:58:22 UTC

Katchoo wouldn't take it as an insult if the fingers that had been stroking through the puppy's fur a moment ago were now repeating the same motions in her hair, right?

"I wonder if apartments in St. Louis let you keep owls," Francine said, voicing a thought that she was supposed to be too cheery and hopeful a person to have, but to paraphrase Katchoo sometime or other, $%&## that.

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