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fandomhighdorms2009-03-15 01:14 am
thatsamilkshake) wrote in fandomhighdorms2009-03-15 01:14 am
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5th Floor Girls' Bathroom, Really Late Unless You're Big
By the time Francine finally found her way back to the big place with the beds, she was really really messy. Maraschino cherries and falling into several mud puddles accidentally on purpose can have that effect. And messy meant bathtime! And no Mommy around for baths meant she could do it all by herself like a big girl. Chuck said so too, and he was a grownup kinda.
Which was why Francine and her duckie and a towel were in the bathroom, and the water was running in the bathtub at the end of the long row of showers. "You stay there, bubber duckie," she said, putting him in the water to bob while she looked around for more bubbles. Yes, more. She'd already dumped somebody's entire bottle of strawberry shampoo into the water, but more bubbles were always better.
So was turning off the water before it ran over the sides of the tub and the bubbles took over the bathroom floor. Pity nobody ever taught her that in Big Girl Bathtime Class.
Then again, sliding barefooted (and, well, bare everythinged) across the tiles through the rapidly rising bubbles was fun too!
[Open! To GIRLS, naturally. Or, you know, extremely adventurous boys.]
Which was why Francine and her duckie and a towel were in the bathroom, and the water was running in the bathtub at the end of the long row of showers. "You stay there, bubber duckie," she said, putting him in the water to bob while she looked around for more bubbles. Yes, more. She'd already dumped somebody's entire bottle of strawberry shampoo into the water, but more bubbles were always better.
So was turning off the water before it ran over the sides of the tub and the bubbles took over the bathroom floor. Pity nobody ever taught her that in Big Girl Bathtime Class.
Then again, sliding barefooted (and, well, bare everythinged) across the tiles through the rapidly rising bubbles was fun too!
[Open! To GIRLS, naturally. Or, you know, extremely adventurous boys.]