Room 505, Friday Evening

[intraspective]

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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[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

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?"