Strokes of Genius, Thursday

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Despite the valiant efforts of yesterday's chicken soup in trying to fend off the cold, Katchoo had a massive case of the runny-nosed sniffles today, which made her even more cranky than usual.

She was not, however, considering making a used-tissue sculpture, even though she already had the materials to make one. Ew. Instead, she chose to channel her annoyance at the situation into a series of sketches of body parts -- yes, body parts, running, swimming, and otherwise engaged in physical activity.

Yes, even that. Ahem.

[[Fly, my pretty post! Fly free of OCD!]]

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Coyote liked the name of this place, so he figured he'd wander in.

That was usually the way he rolled.

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Katchoo looked up, sniffled loudly, and in a voice that was stuffy in addition to its usual hoarseness asked, "Yeah?"

Not very cordial, but that was usually the way she rolled.

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Coyote didn't mind. She sounded like she had a reason to be grumpy.

"Oh," he said, because he's super observant like that. "You're sick."

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"Give the man a cookie," Katchoo intoned, rolling her eyes. "He's observant."

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"Ooo, what kind of cookie?"

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It was a truly impressive smacking sound, the result of Katchoo's hand solidly impacting her forehead. "You here to buy anything, or just to be weird?"

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"You offer a choice? That's very wise of you. Perhaps I should try that at my own store."

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"Pretty much a choice --" *sniffle* "Of whether or not you want me to help you," Katchoo informed him. "'cause you don't look like you need any help being weird."

[makestheworld]

"Not usually, no. But perhaps I just want to meet you?"

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Katchoo's eyes narrowed slightly. "Point. But why?"

So trusting, wasn't she?

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"Because I'm friendly?"

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"Also, weeeeeeeeeeeeird," Katchoo felt the need to inform him. "Shoudln't you be watching your own store or somethin'?"

[makestheworld]

"That's what I have employees for."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mrrrrph!" said the voice in the doorway, which appeared to be coming from a creature made of boxes, take-out bags and thermoses, with a pair of brown eyes peering over the top. "Mrrrph," might be translated as "Hi!" or possibly, "I totally can't get through this door, and it's not, for once, because my butt won't fit."

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Katchoo looked up at the doorway and the strange but oddly appealing patchwork creature therein. "Is that the cry of a helpless maiden in need of rescue?" she asked, grinning behind the tissue in her hand.

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"No," Francine enunciated carefully this time, over the top of a J,GoB box, "It's the cry of a brave rescuer! ...In need of rescue."

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Katchoo grabbed a poster tube from the display by the counter and brandished it overhead as she "charged" toward the doorway.

"Never fear, brave rescuer! I'll save you so you can save me!" Setting the poster tube down on the windowsill, she reached for a couple of the boxes atop the stack. "So . . . who's saving who exactly, again?"

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Francine pointed at various boxes and bags. "I brought bagels and orange juice and cold and flu formula and just flu formula and just cold formula because I didn't know which it was, and pepto in case it's not a cold at all because the radio just said you were sick, and chicken soup --" That was in one of the thermoses, not a box, just in case you were worried. "--and kleenex and a hat."

A knitted one with a fluffy bobble on top, clearly the work of one Marie Peters, but it wasn't like Francine didn't have about fifteen of them.

"And cookies."

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"My hero!" Katchoo pretended to swoon, a little bit tricky when you were holding things and a lot ridiculous when you were her. Also not nearly as impressive when interrupted by a particularly loud sniffle. "I'm going out on a limb and saying you didn't knit this yourself, but still. My hero! Though your shining armor could use a little polish."

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Francine shivered. "It's too cold for armor!"

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"Yeah, tell me about it." Katchoo pulled the knitted cap on. "So don't stand there in the doorway, goof, come inside so we can close the damn thing!"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine made sure she had a firm hold on the things she was still carrying, then did an awkward little shimmy to get through the door, bouncing it shut with her hip. "You should be back at the dorms in bed where it's warm, not working again today!" she lectured.

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Katchoo actually ducked her head a little bit at the lecture. "Yeah, I know, but it's not my fault art supplies are expensive, geez. I'll stay in bed all weekend after this, okay?"

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"You better," Francine said sternly, reaching for the thermos of soup. "Don't make me have to tie you up..."

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It was kind of sad how Katchoo went this route every time when she should have known better. "Okay, Francie, is that supposed to be a threat or bait?"

Okay, it was really sad.