Room 505, Thursday Evening

[thismaskiwear]

Another day of work down, another day closer to graduation, and would that she knew better it wasn't as if there was anyone coming to see her graduate; anyone who might make that list, who wasn't already here, was dead

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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine was not contemplating pushed-together beds. She hadn't even reached that part of the evening's entertainment yet. She was still on mountains of unwashed clothes and a room that smelled like angry zombie sock and how she didn't want to deal with her mother's reaction to either.

Oh, she wasn't unaware of the other. She was just chanting laundry laundry laundry not so under her breath so she could pretend not to be thinking of the other, as she walked back in with an overflowing basket of April-fresh clothes.

And dumped them on the pushed-together beds. "Folding is now."

[thismaskiwear]

Clocky wheeled out of the way insanely fast; Katchoo turned to look at Francine. "Folding now, furniture rearranging later?" She leaned over and took a good whiff of the basket. "Ah, bless you, disgustingly cuddly fabric softener bear. Your sacrifice wasn't in vain."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine studied the bed... beds... not entirely happily, and reached for the shirt on the top of the pile. "Obviously. There's laundry on the bed now. You can't rearrange furniture with laundry on it."

[thismaskiwear]

"Unless you want to leave 'em this way," Katchoo said carefully. "But if your family's coming . . ."