Room 504, Friday Evening, before the Dance

[intraspective]

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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[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

"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.

[intraspective]

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.

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

"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.

[intraspective]

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