The Roof, Tuesday Evening

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It had been a week since Art Crawl, and a week since Katchoo had seen Francine. You'd think, living on the same floor of the dorms and all, they'd have run into each other by now but by pure dumb luck Katchoo hadn't so much as caught a glimpse of her best friend.

If that was still the case, considering the way Francine had run off after their last conversation. She hadn't exactly had more friends than she could count on one hand anyway, and at least two of them were graduating soon. Factoring that in wasn't helping with the melancholy. Yes, melancholy -- she didn't have the energy to work up a proper rage.

She probably should have been studying for finals, but please, when had Katchoo ever cared about things like that? So the roof it was, feet dangling off the edge as she lit up what was probably going to be the first of way too many cigarettes tonight.

[OOC: And the roof is smoky, but open, and Chewie's moody but mellowly so.]

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Katchoo jerked back, but more out of habit than actual revulsion. Which was a little bizarre in and of itself. Where was her righteously indignant revulsion, dammit?

"Make her cry and I'll give you hell," she said.

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"I'm willing to take that risk." Merlin also had a wee bit of a flaw in his self preservation instinct. "Everything will work out. I'm sure of it."

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"Optimism," Katchoo said, eyeing him. "It's so cute."

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"Someone needs to be from time to time."

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"That's nice. Mind covering my turn, then?"

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"What's one more?" Merlin asked, nodding of so seriously.

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God, he seemed so innocent. Like Francine. No wonder she couldn't hate him.

"Thanks, I guess."

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Innocent was a... relative term.

"Though I'll have to ask you do the same next time I'm in need of it," Merlin added. "We can switch off."

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Well, according to Katchoo's . . . special skewed view.

"Better hope it doesn't come to that, then," she warned him.

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"And why's that?"

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"Because I don't have any of it to spare."

God, Katchoo. So cynical.

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"That's why you have Francine," Merlin said with a faint grin. "You're like Arthur that way."

Never mind the blond bitchiness.

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"Oh, god, don't say that. It's disturbing," Katchoo griped.

And true. She kind of hated that part.

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"It's true! Francine and I talked about it once." Or twice. One time there had been kissy while discussing their blondes.

No, they had seen nothing wrong with that.

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. . . oh, god. Never tell Katchoo that. Bad, bad idea.

"And did we mention disturbing?"

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He just needed to lose his special flower first. Then Katchoo could murder him.

"No, I don't quite think that came up."

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Which was a different kind of special flower from the one Katchoo had tattooed on . . . never mind.

"I mentioned it just now, genius," Katchoo said with a forced smile that looked awfully sharklike.

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"Oh. Right." Dim wizard was dim. "Why would it be disturbing?"

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"Because a guy," and it might be impressive how much scorn she could cram into a three-letter word, "is not who I want to be compared to."

Katchoo, luckily, had plenty of experience spelling these things out to Francine. Not necessarily a huge deal of success, but experience.

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"Ohh. Well it's not like that. More that... you both have similar traits." Digging that hole deeper now. "Around Francine and me, I mean. The relationships are similar."

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Oh, that was the grin of a shark that smelled blood, now.

"Are they really, now?" drawled Katchoo.

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"...er... yes?" Why did he feel like he might, at any moment, be eaten alive?

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Because Katchoo liked making people feel that way, that's why.

Which had nothing to do with the slightly evil chuckle that was her only response.