Y Stabal, Llanuwchllyn, Sunday

[bitchprince]

For some reason, Arthur was in a truly magnificent mood when he woke up.

He was mainly repressing the fact they'd have to go back to Fandom early tomorrow morning. (It would never be 'home'; if anything, this was home) So caught between sleeping in late and getting up to enjoy his surroundings some more, Arthur took the middle road and left his room halfway into the morning.

It was still a fairly beautiful morning in cold, cold Llanuwchllyn. Enjoy it.

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Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Comfy? Definitely. Well-stocked? That too, but since Katchoo wasn't anywhere near even considering getting out of bed right now, she wasn't in any position to pass judgment there.

In position for other things, though, well. That . . . was entirely possible, given she hadn't been asleep for a while now.

. . . one might say Francine's morning-person-ness was, er, rubbing off on her.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thatsamilkshake]

If one made horrible, horrible puns like that, considering that Francine's current position was... one that would make it a horrible, horrible pun.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Look. Puns were immaterial here. That required a certain amount of mental capacity for wordplay, and Katchoo wasn't that awake that she could make puns in her head and concentrate on what she was doing at the same time . . .

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thatsamilkshake]

Somewhere there used to be a blanket, Francine was fairly sure -- she vaguely remembered it slipping off the edge of the bed a few minutes ago as if to say Right, nice meeting you ladies, but I'm off for a pint now. Ring me up when you're done? My mobile number's on the wardrobe there. She'd waved goodbye a bit sadly at the time, but she couldn't say she was cold now, so it was all good.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Blanket? What blanket? Katchoo didn't need a blanket, and she wasn't cold at all, and anyway, the door was closed and locked (it was, right?) and nobody was going to interrupt if they knew what was good for them, so . . .

The blanket might be waiting a good long while for a phone call.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thatsamilkshake]

Of course it was locked. Katchoo ought to know that - she'd been the one to shut it last night. Not that Francine was thinking about that or much of anything that could be expressed in English syllables, except for "Oh God, Chewie, that--"

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin, who had never quite learned about knocking tested that theory on the door, opening it wide to see if they were up for breakfast. "I found some sausage if you girls are hung--"

The word ended in a bit of a garble that made no sense at all.

Really.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine... well, she didn't have her head thrown back anymore, at least. The rest of her was pretty much frozen. Gee, where's a friendly blanket when you need one?

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

. . . well, hello there, Merlin, Katchoo didn't mean to be mooning you exactly.

"Not a sausage moment!"

It needed to be said. For several reasons.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

That seemed to be what was necessary to break him from his, er, staring. At things.

And stuff.

People only did that in movies, alright? Movies he did not want to associate with Katchoo and Francine!

"Sorry!" Merlin flailed backwards, tripping over his own feet as he yanked the door shut and went down like a sack of bony potatoes onto the nice hallway floor. "Ow."

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thatsamilkshake]

Of course it would have to be that which temporarily overcame Francine's complete paralysis, vocal included. "Are you okay?" she called, and then went back to the trauma.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Trauma? Trauma? HEY NOW. Oh, call it what you want, but she was happily going right back to it, even more determinedly than before.

Katchoo refused to let one skinny big-eared wizard be a cold shower, although she wasn't that nice that she was going to say anything to disabuse him of the notion that she might throttle him at some later point when she had clothes on.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thatsamilkshake]

Well yes, her personal, naked, open-mouthed TRA-- "OH GOD, KATCHOO WHAT-- DO THAT AGAIN!"

...Apparently not very quiet trauma.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Because quiet trauma wasn't any fun, thank you very much. At least, given what Katchoo was doing with her mouth at the moment, that was her opinion on the matter.

The louder the personal naked open-mouthed trauma? The hell of a lot better.