Room 505, Laaaaaate Wednesday Night/Early Thursday Morning

[thismaskiwear]

It was not a morning in which waking up, much less getting out of bed, held any appeal whatsoever for Katchoo. Neither was about to happen at the moment, not when staying curled up with Francine was an option

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[thatsamilkshake]

Lucky, lucky her. Or rather not so lucky, since it wasn't going to last long.

Curled up with Francine became Francine sitting up abruptly and shouting, "Bawk, BAWCK, ba...uh..."

[thismaskiwear]

"Back t'sleep, Francie," Katchoo grumbled, trying to yank at her arm. "'s too damn early for . . . why are you sounding like a chicken?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"I--" Francine rubbed her eyes and tried to remember more than the weird bottom-of-her-stomach-gone feeling of-- oh.

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo muttered a string of something that could have been profanity, or could have been the list of ingredients off the back of a Twinkie wrapper. (Which, arguably, might be about the same thing.)

"If you're hauling me out of bed because you have a sudden craving for a turkey leg and a stick of butter . . ."

Sighing, she sat up and got out of bed, nearly faceplanting in the process due to sheer grogginess. "One of those dreams?"