Room 504, Saturday Late Morning

[intraspective]

When she got back to her room after spending the night across the hall, well, it was a good thing she was in a good mood.

Because Angel had somehow gotten into her hair elastics again. "How did you do that?" Ino wondered, kneeling down to pet Angel. "I'm pretty sure I put those away in a drawer specifically so you couldn't get them."

Angel purred.

"That's not helpful."

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[intraspective]

"So instead of pranking the person back, which would make sense, she goes out and hurts something that didn't have anything to do with it?" Ino frowned a little. "That doesn't make any sense at all."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

That was a good question. "She's civilised," Jeff established, completely ignorant of this fact, "Rather be the mooses than a fellow student. They bite."

[intraspective]

"The mooses or the students?" Ino asked. "And it's not civilized at all to go and kick innocent things. It's mean."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"The mooses," Jeff offered. "They're really big."

[intraspective]

"Doesn't mean you should kick them though, even if they are big and bite," Ino pointed out, "not when they were just minding their moosey business or whatever."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"You try having a girlfriend who kicks really hard," Jeff said, looking her right in the face.

The actual face. "It's good she's learning to redirect her anger. I wouldn't want her to just go around kicking people 'cos they glittered something, they might get mad."

[intraspective]

"I hav--well, had, a boyfriend that would mess with my nervous system," Ino said, "so really, not a big deal. Maybe she could redirect her anger to something less... alive? How 'bout a punching bag or something?"