Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (9/23)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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.]

Comments

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

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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.