Room 505, Early Thursday Morning

[thismaskiwear]

When the phone rang, Katchoo nearly smashed it for having the audacity to wake her. Clocky sympathized with the phone, which was saved by virtue of Katchoo's fist missing and sending it skidding off the nightstand and onto the bed instead, where it bounced off her forehead

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[thatsamilkshake]

If she needed an excuse to crawl home this early from wherever the hell she'd gone after their fight -- or as the locals quaintly called it, The Couch In The Fifth Floor Common Room -- it would have been "Church clothes," but she hadn't planned on an excuse.

She'd planned on apologizing. Also on never telling anyone that she made the girliest boy ever and had spent half the night sniffling into a throw pillow, but mostly the apology part.

Until she found the note on her bed.

Hey, what do ya know, girls can kick over desk chairs too.

...And then they can pick them up, neatly push them under the desk where they belong, and then throw themselves on the bed to do more than sniffle. If they're Francine.