Room 504, Friday Evening, before the Dance

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She was in her dress, wearing strappy silver heels and just putting her earrings on by now. Ino wondered if he’d say anything about them…

With a little shrug of her shoulders, and checking her hair one last time, Ino snagged her mask up off the counter and headed out to sit on her bed and meditate, just a little, until Kabuto either came by or she lost patience and had to go and fetch him.

[For the date, yes. Or the roommate if she wants to ping in before him.]

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If this was some sort of mind game, Ino felt she could get perfectly used to dealing with it. He looked good.

"I like the suit," was all she said, smiling up at him and opening her door wider.

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Funny how someone so Japanese-traditional could look really good in Western clothes. "Thank you. It's not terribly comfortable and I almost hope I don't have to attempt fighting something in it." Kabuto wrinkled his nose slightly. "Yukata are much more sensible."

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"These are more fun for dancing in though," she pointed out, amused by the nose wrinkling.

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"If you say so, Ino-san." Kabuto tilted his head to the side, watching her. "Are you ready to go?"

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She smiled at him, tucking a bit of hair behind one ear, "Just have to get my mask," Ino told him, turning to go and do just that.

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Masks were kindof fun. He had to admit that much. Kabuto put his own mask on, watching Ino go to get hers.

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Ino didn't much like the masks really, and she was holding hers in her hands when she came back. She stopped in her tracks and blinked at him.

"... an ANBU mask?" Kabuto.

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"Hm?" Kabuto smiled, though Ino couldn't see it. The mask wasn't really his, but the original owner hadn't really had much use for it after Kabuto had killed him.

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She sighed, shaking her head and making her earrings fly about a bit. "I'm not even going to comment on how inappropriate it is for you to be taking me to a dance while wearing that."

Seriously.

And he hadn't even said anything about her dress either. Boys.

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"I think it's amusing. Besides, nobody will be looking at me, anyway." He held his hand out to her. It was a subtle sort of compliment.

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"You would," she retorted, taking his hand and blushing a bit, "but you're not most people. Let's go, shall we?"