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fandomtownies2009-10-28 05:30 am
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Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (October 28)
No, sleep had not happened last night. Katchoo hadn't expected it to.
You'd think she'd be in a worse mood today because of that, rather than just a subdued one, but she seemed to be tapped out on anger for the time being and yes, that was weird.
So, quiet today, the slumped-behind-the-counter variety, and staring at the blank page of the sketchbook in front of her, waiting for her hand to want to guide the pencil across the paper. And waiting.
. . . damn.
[OOC: Don't need money, don't need fame, don't need no OCD to ride this train. Open and all that, though I flee for work right now.]
You'd think she'd be in a worse mood today because of that, rather than just a subdued one, but she seemed to be tapped out on anger for the time being and yes, that was weird.
So, quiet today, the slumped-behind-the-counter variety, and staring at the blank page of the sketchbook in front of her, waiting for her hand to want to guide the pencil across the paper. And waiting.
. . . damn.
[OOC: Don't need money, don't need fame, don't need no OCD to ride this train. Open and all that, though I flee for work right now.]