Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (9/23)

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In a continuation of an Approximately Week-Long Period of Time That Had Not Gone Well, Katchoo had woken up not only to realize that Francine's bed was empty and the most likely reason for that, but that she was a @(*&)! frikkin' guy AGAIN.

And scruffy this time, at that. Argh.

On a Wednesday, which meant work, and . . . great.

That guy slouched behind the register, staring at the cell phone in his hand like he didn't know what he'd do if it rang today, wore an awfully familiar scowl. The odds were good that the voice would sound exactly the same too, even.

This week could get better any time. Right?

[OOC: All I know is this Strokes of Genius post looks better when OCD-free. And open. And guess who's been listening to too much JoCo lately.]

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Re: Oh hai, NFB

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It would be a shame to hide the consequences of that from the general public. The popcorn sales alone would be astronomical.

"Men," she huffed, more of the accusatory tone directed toward her current form than toward him, and toward Clocky, who was rolling by on a circuit of the store. "You and Merlin have both gotten on my case about this."

She probably wouldn't be complaining so much if it wasn't working.

"Pains in my ass . . . fine. Just not today, all right? Not looking like this, geez."

Re: Oh hai, NFB

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Of course not," he said. "But it sounds like you survived through a great deal already, so when you snap out of this--"

Snap out of being the totally wrong gender. Yes, Arthur. You'd taken it just that idly when it happened to you.

"Make sure that you do."

Re: Oh hai, NFB

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oh, the look he got for that phrasing. The lack of free icon slots Words could not possibly describe it.

Katchoo couldn't resist trying to slip in a little bit of a barb by asking, "Is that the crown prince talking, there?"

Hey. At least she hadn't said "His Royal Uptightness."

Re: Oh hai, NFB

[bitchprince]

If he wasn't as thoroughly and thankfully repressed as he was, he might have actually flinched at that. Instead, he chose to ignore the sentiment. "It's me talking," he said, "So yes."

He watched her a moment longer, then glanced towards Clocky.

Re: Oh hai, NFB

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Clocky wasn't really spending too long within sight range, owing to the scathing glares Katchoo turned on it every time. It did pop out of the paints aisle long enough to give a bit of a waggle and an apologetic trill to Arthur, though.

Katchoo sighed and leaned back against the back wall. "And you're a good friend to both of 'em, you know."

Re: Oh hai, NFB

[bitchprince]

Arthur had been prepared for any number of responses. That was not one of them.

He cleared his throat and said, a whole long beat too late, "Of course I am. As you said, I'm the prince of Camelot; I'm sure they're grateful for it. Anyway, unless you've got more to tell..."

Re: Oh hai, NFB

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Katchoo liked doing that to people, the catching them off-guard. At least she generally didn't mean it in a mean-spirited way. Don't think she didn't know a bit about doing that too, though.

She took a moment to parse what he'd just said and felt . . . kind of like someone who'd been in the front row of the killer whale acrobatics show at Sea World, possibly.

"Not right now," she finally said. She was being considerate of his issues too. Honestly.

Re: Oh hai, NFB

[bitchprince]

He nodded once. "Then I will catch you next week," he said, articulating again, his eyes darting towards Clocky's hiding place one more time. "Stay safe," he said, managed a show of teeth that actually approached a real smile, and turned.