intraspective | Room 505, Friday Evening

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Room 505, Friday Evening

Ino had freshly brewed tea in a teapot, two cups, several medical textbooks, a notebook with questions scribbled in it, her hairbrush, a change of clothes, and chocolate. A fair bit of chocolate actually, even though he probably wouldn't eat it. She had tea biscuits though if he wanted something. Ino was thoughtful!

Even with the help of a bag it was rather a lot for her to carry all in one trip. So, when she crossed the hall, with the bag slung over her shoulder and carrying the tea and cups on a tray, Ino found herself without a way to knock. Oh well. Too late now. Since her hands were full, she decided on the next best thing.

No, she didn't kick the door.

She flared her chakra instead. Once, twice. Three second pause. Once, twice.

He'd better get the idea and open the stupid door.

[For that boy she likes. Room number shamelessly modded with permission.]

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It was an amusing way to communicate. Even if it was tempting to pretend he hadn't noticed, Kabuto got up from his desk, closing his laptop before walking over to the door and opening it.

"Good evening," he said with a smile. "Do you need a hand?"

"Yes, please," Ino said, grinning up at him, "assuming you don't mind an invasion."

Not, mind, that she'd go if he did mind.

Kabuto took the tray from her, going over to set it on the cleared half of his desk. "I don't mind. I'm still lacking in things to do, so I welcome the distraction." He would work on his own research, but most of that involved things the school board would probably kick him out for if they found out.

That certainly limited things.

"How was your week? Productive?"

"I am an excellent distraction. It was productive enough, I guess," she said, wandering in, closing the door behind her, and setting her bag down, "I scored a hit on Cable-san yesterday."

And it hadn't fazed him much. Oh well. It had still landed.

"You do make an excellent distraction. Particularly when the distraction is unwanted." Kabuto wasn't mean. He was just...honest.

Pouring two cups of tea, Kabuto carried one over to Ino and held it out to her. "Did you want to study?" he asked, nodding toward the bag.

She made a face at him, for his honesty, then took the tea. "Uh huh," Ino said, nodding, "you explain things better than the books do."

Truth. And... well... she liked to have him read to her. Hush.

Kabuto really did have a sexy, sexy ~~Japanese~~ voice. ~~The English one is like fingernails on a chalkboard, though.~~ It was understandable why Ino liked him reading to her.

Luckily for her, he didn't mind reading aloud. "Well, select a book and we can get started?" He picked up the tray to move it to the nightstand and more within easy reach. If he would be reading aloud, he would need more tea.

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Which was the entire reason why she'd brought tea. See, Ino could so plan ahead.

She rummaged through her bag for a few moments coming up with a book, which she promptly presented to him, and some chocolate. "This one, please." Ino cheerfully arranged herself on his bed, and waited for him to get settled.

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Kabuto accepted the book and sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. The chocolate got a sideways, slightly disgusted look. "Start from the beginning?" He asked, opening the book with interest. This was one he might ask to borrow at some point.

Ino wiggled around so that she could lean against him and peer at the book. "Of course," she said, then wrinkled her nose up at him. "What? Chocolate not your thing?" So totally teasing.

Kabuto shifted to put his arm around Ino, pulling his knees up to prop the book against his legs. "It's too sweet," he told her, flipping through the pages until he finally got to the table of contents.

"I brought you tea biscuits, if you want them," she said, "because I knew that's what you'd say."

"It's not hard to figure out," Kabuto agreed with a half smile. "Thank you for the alternative." He gave her a little squeeze. "So, I do have to ask...why was this giving you trouble? It's actually a very simple concept." For him. Darn medical ninja.

"You're welcome." Ino wiggled slightly against him, making herself more comfortable, and poked him in the side. "It's not that simple for me. Not all of us have your crazy understanding of it."

"It's easier to understand when you've seen it in action," Kabuto replied. "Or when you've done it yourself. It's easy to understand, but not necessarily easy to accomplish." His hand was light against Ino's waist, his fingers moving a little to tickle her just a bit - retaliation for the poking.

She squirmed a bit, giggling, and one hand sneaking down to trap his hand. "Then how're you supposed to get a good idea of it? If you've got to see it to understand it, and have to understand it to see it in action?"

"You don't have to, but it helps if you don't understand it straight-off." Kabuto hesitated. "But I wouldn't want to show you anything drastic, here. Blood is very annoying to try to get out of rugs."

"And we wouldn't want to set off any alarms or anything," she said, resting her head against him, "I mean, I bet they've got them even if they took our weapons away. You can show me some other time. Maybe I'll get it more just from the way you explain things. You don't waste a paragraph to say a sentence after all."

"They probably do," Kabuto agreed. "If you need a practical demonstration, maybe I'll let you hit me sometime during practice." But maybe not. It kinda hurt.

His explanations were definitely more concise than the ones in the book. He could also use different, more personalized analogies to put it in a more understandable picture.

It was supposed to hurt. Geez.

"I'll keep that in mind the next time you piss me off," Ino said sweetly.

Well, the last time he'd really had to use it, he'd had a rather large hole blasted through his midsection. It hadn't been a very enjoyable experience.

"I'm sure you will."

It was probably fortunate for them then that Ino didn't know the Rasengan.

"I will," she said, "I don't forget anything important like that."

That little fact was probably fortunate for everyone.

"I know you don't. That's a very good trait to have." Though Kabuto said he might let her hit him. Not that he would.

Very probably. Ino's temper was a thing to be feared without adding a jutsu like that to her repertoire.

Ino peeked up at him. "It's not hard to remember things."

She'd try and hit him anyway. Eventually she'd have to connect, right?

She might connect eventually, but it was far more likely that he'd connect before she did. And if he was able to get a hit in first...well, Ino's chances were just about nil, depending on his mood at the time.

"It's not hard to remember things. It's also not hard to figure things out. This, for example." Kabuto nodded toward the book.

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