With so few classes to take up much of her week, and no work until tomorrow, Katchoo had turned to her favorite pastime. You know, the one that wasn't pining after Francine. Her easel was set up by the bed, the windows wide open to sort of do something about the paint fumes and cigarette smoke (Clocky was totally equipped to chase off the fire ( Read more... )

This was the first time since she'd gotten back from the trip, barring a furtive minute or two to drop off her bags, that Katchoo had set foot in her own damn room out of a notion that Francine needed some space after the whole kissing-and-then-freaking-out-and-fleeing incident from Saturday night. Francine always needed space after those ( Read more... )

Hey, look at that, Katchoo had finally made it home, after a whole lot of procrastination. (A whoooooooooooole lot of procrastination.) And dinner at Mooby Land, because it was cheap, dammit ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Katchoo plugged her phone in to charge as soon as she -- Clocky trailing out of kicking range behind her -- got back to her room after work, then headed for the shower. Upon returning to the room, she tossed her towel onto the floor, changed into a pair of sweatpants and paused in front of her closet mirror, staring at her unfamiliar (except for ( Read more... )

So Katchoo wasn't in the mood to go to Fight Club tonight ( Read more... )

No word from Francine yet, and none of Katchoo's calls were going through; it was amazing she hadn't smashed her phone against the wall in a fit of panicked frustration after the -- she didn't even know how the hell many now times she'd tried to dial Francine's number only to get an "out of service area" message ( Read more... )

Francine hadn't come home yesterday. Katchoo had assumed she'd spent the night with Merlin, and that was a line of thought not worth dwelling on for too long ( Read more... )

So there was a Talk to be had, that hadn't been had yet. After work Katchoo had stopped by J,GoB, because this was the sort of thing that needed a ridiculous assortment of munchies, preferably chocolate-covered and requiring lots of butter, so there was a large box of said munchies lying on her hastily-cleared nightstand. The occasional muffled ( Read more... )

It had been several hours since she'd left Francine that voicemail about being on her way home, but Katchoo hadn't been counting on getting stuck in portal transit for several hours. As luck would have it, she made it back to Fandom and back to her room . . . oh, just in time to make it down to Mythbusting if she dumped her bag on the floor and ( Read more... )