Room 505, Monday Early Evening
Look, it had been years since Katchoo had lived in Chicago. You'd think she'd be getting acclimated to Fandom weather by now, but Houston to Los Angeles to Hana, Hawaii left enough of an impression that the necessity of staying indoors in winter still chafed.
Because of course that was the only reason she'd be sitting on her bed, slouched against the wall, frustrated and slightly irritable and taking occasional breaks from wearing out pencils in her sketchbook to flick small paper balls at Clocky, right?
Or glance warily at her phone, as if daring it to beep at her with voicemail again so she could have an excuse to throw it out the window, right?
Right.
[OOC: Not so much with the open. For the roomie/BFFpersonthing, up early BECAUSE I CAN SO THERE.]
Because of course that was the only reason she'd be sitting on her bed, slouched against the wall, frustrated and slightly irritable and taking occasional breaks from wearing out pencils in her sketchbook to flick small paper balls at Clocky, right?
Or glance warily at her phone, as if daring it to beep at her with voicemail again so she could have an excuse to throw it out the window, right?
Right.
[OOC: Not so much with the open. For the roomie/BFFpersonthing, up early BECAUSE I CAN SO THERE.]