fandomtownies | Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

Katchoo hated being sick. Hated it. She supposed it was something of an inevitability, this being the first winter in years that she'd spent somewhere with actual winter, but the inevitability of the sniffles and sore throat didn't make her any less inclined to wish said symptoms to the very depths of hell.

You'd have to be insane or possibly have no ability to sense pain whatsoever if you dared to come between her and her very large container of hot soup today. Or her and the tissues, for that matter.

Luckily, there wasn't any sneezing. She had no particular ambitions of living up to her name -- at least not like that.

[OOC: As per usual, gonna be slooooooooooow during the day.]