Strokes of Genius, Thursday (8/20)

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The classic rock station on the radio was blaring loudly enough to be heard from the sidewalk, and Katchoo was sitting on the floor beside the counter, stabbing an X-Acto knife into a block of balsa wood.

All right, she was actually attempting to carve it into something -- what she hadn't determined yet, and this was not her usual medium, and she was still stuck on WTFLASERS after class. Thus, her carving attempts bore a strong (and quite possibly frightening) resemblance to stabbing.

Katchoo attacking a piece of wood with a sharp object. Because there was no semi-obvious joke to be made there or anything . . .

[OOC: I'm still using that OCD as a bookmark. *hugs book* Open, and despite all appearances to the contrary, guaranteed stab-free.]

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"I see you didn't get stuck in your costume."

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Katchoo looked up from stabbing a triangular chunk of balsa out of the block. "Would you believe me if I said it involved oil?"

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"...On the zipper?"

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"Sure, on that too." Considering she'd come straight here from class, there had been no oil involved. She just wanted to see the look on Francine's face.

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Comprehension in three....two....one...

The look on Francine's face was .... somewhat similar to the look on her face when she saw Katchoo walk out in the outfit in the first place, with a heaping helping of awkward on the side. "...Oh. Did that. Um. Help?"

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Sorry about the awkward, Francine. Spandex apparently brought out the evil side in Katchoo.

She brought one hand up in a broad swooping motion. "Oh, yeah. Slithered riiiiiiiiiiiight on out of it."

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Gulp.

"Hunh. I should have tried that." It would be a nice little game of gay chicken if only one of the chickens was aware of how chicken she actually was.

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The other one was clucking up a storm, on the other hand.

"Dingy broad," Katchoo said affectionately. "There was no oil involved."

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Francine weighed the possible replies and went with sticking out her tongue. "Well, how would I know. We finally had to rip mi--" You know, possibly she shouldn't finish that sentence.

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Probably not, no. But Katchoo couldn't help it if her visual memory was completing the sentence in far too vivid a way despite Extremely Awkward and Abrupt Silences.

"I coulda ripped mine off, too." Wow, Katchoo, not helping with the phrasing there. "For all you know it's burning in the dumpster out back right now."

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"It's not, is it?" That was Francine's Genuinely Concerned Face. "It looked h-- good on you!"

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"Nah. Be a damn waste of good lighter fluid," Katchoo said, and aww, that face. She loved that face. Even if her eyebrow did go up at the slip which, yes, she'd noticed. "Don't think I'll be wearing it again any time soon though."

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"You never know. We could wake up as superheroes again!"

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Katchoo set the balsa block and sharp pointy implement aside to get up and sidle over to Francine. "I wanna be able to fly next time if that happens."

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"You think we get to put in requests? Hey island, next time I turn into somebody else, can I be a size 8 with tiny feet and perfect balance?"

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"Eeeeeeeeeeengh," Katchoo replied, slashing her hand in front of her as she did her gameshow-buzzer impression. "I think the island'd laugh at us if we put in requests."

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Francine made a face. "I haaate the buzzer! Don't make me do Fat Man voice."

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"Eeee -- I hate the Fat Man voice," Katchoo protested without missing a beat.

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"Eet appears we haf a stalemate, Mister Bund," Francine said in the worst German accent ever. Or the best impression of Ms. Mode ever. Potayto, potahto.

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"Franciiiiiiiiine!" Katchoo yelped. "Ix-nay on the Fat Man voice!"

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"That wasn't my Fat Man voice, it was my Generic James Bund Villain voice!" Francine protested.

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"Oh, was it? I was too busy cringing at the Fat Man voice to notice." Katchoo was mean sometimes, but at least with Francine she was lovingly mean.

. . . look, just go with it. She was smiling, okay?

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"Yeeeeew want Fat Man Voice? Ah'lll give yeeeew Fat Man Voice!"

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"No!" Katchoo howled melodramatically. She put one hand to her forehead and did a very ungraceful, thumping flop sideways onto the floor. "I am slain! Done in by the Fat Man voice! Goodbye, cruel world!"

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"Hmm. Does this mean I get a single now?" Francine speculated. "I could push the beds together and have a queen-size."

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Katchoo cracked one eye open and directed a scandalized look from it at Francine. "Body not even cold yet!"

Wow, Chewie, you could phrase that better.

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"Hhmmmm." Francine reached over to feel her forehead.

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"See? Not cold." Kind of flushed, actually.

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"Sigh. You're right, too hot to get kicked out of bed."

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Gulp. "Maybe I shoulda kept the uniform on . . ."

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Francine looked outside at the sunshine beating down on the windows. "Then you'd be really hot."

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"It was pretty breathable. You should know," Katchoo pointed out.

Wait. Temperature had been an issue that time too.

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"I...had a little trouble breathing in it." Oh hi, uncomfortable places! This conversation missed you!

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It was a conversation between them. It had to get uncomfortable sometime.

"You got out of it eventually, though, and you didn't stop breathing," Katchoo pointed out. She remembered breaking a shelf full of watercolors after Francine had stormed out far too well.

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Actually, there were some breathing issues there too, just...different ones. (Also it was less storming in this case than fleeing gracefully retreating.)

"Let's just say it was a close call."

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Close. Yeah.

"Yeah, sure," Katchoo agreed with a shrug. "And anyway, spandex is never gonna be an issue again."

Sure. Jinx it.