Room 504, Monday Late Afternoon

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Ino was on her bed and pretending that the weekend hadn’t existed. Because she’d been a moron all weekend. The word ‘hi’ was banned from her vocabulary from now on. Yes. That’d work.

At least it had been mostly fun, though she’d bet that at least one person was totally going to mock her for being wee and chocolate obsessed. This reminded her—she had to throw out the rest of the chocolate she had in her room. Ino wasn’t going to eat it any time soon. Definitely not. No.

It had been fun. Except for the ‘mean lady’. Ino groaned. Yeah. Avoiding Lieutenant Kerrigan was right up there on her list of things to do from now on. And she had to check in with Annette at some point to see what the damage was to Annette’s room. What had they been thinking?

Oh, right. They hadn’t been.

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"Like I was a child all weekend," Ino said dryly, biting back a smile at his painted nails, "a very cheerful, very friendly little child."

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He grinned, entirely ridiculous in his pleasure, before wandering over to where she was.

"I know. It was wonderful."

He had no shame as to his actions as a child over the weekend. For one, he'd been a rather sober child. For another...

He'd been happy.

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Ino blinked at him, moving to the side automatically to make room for him to sit with her.

"I tried to convince someone that I was a squirrel disguised as 'Ino'," she said. "That's a bit too ridiculous for me to get over quickly." Even if it had been a lot of fun at the time. "I'm glad you had fun though." And she was.

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He slipped an arm behind her for a half-hug.

"I made cookies and Professor Ambrose carried me around on his shoulders and made me a special toy just for me, a horse that walks when you wind it up."

He gave her a faint squeeze and grinned.

"And I got to paint with you."

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That made her giggle; just a bit.

"I'm so sorry for Annette though. We wrecked her room I bet." Ino leaned against him. "I'll have to see if I can track her down and offer to help clean it." That was only fair. Little Ino had been most enthusiastic about painting.

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"I'll go with you. I had my fun with the paints as well as you," he said. "And I'm good at cleaning off walls."

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"I'm sure the walls would appreciate that," she said lightly. "Or possibly just Annette's sanity."

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"It can't be that bad," he said with a snort. "It's just colors. It doesn't smell too horribly bad, at least."

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She laughed.

"Liir, I just have to say, that if we'd painted my room pink and purple with sparkles and a blanket tent in the middle of the floor and I woke up to that... I'd take one look and avoid my room for the rest of the day. I'm pretty sure Annette feels the same way."

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He shrugged.

"I trust your judgment on appropriate levels of horror at pink and purple paint and sparkles. It's thankfully, never come up."

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"Just imagine we'd painted your room all in orange and added sparkles," Ino said. "That about sums it up."

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He proceeded to hide his face in her shoulder. Considering how far he had to bend to do it, it looked very silly.

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Ino giggled, gently patting his head. "Now you understand."

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"But it's orange. That's different."

...he couldn't quite explain why he didn't like orange, but it was a very definite dislike.

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She shook her head, flopping backwards to stare up at the ceiling and very probably dragging him down with her. "It's not different at all," Ino told him loftily.

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He rolled his eyes and went with her.

"If you say so."

He smiled.

"I'll help clean it off either way, of course."

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"And that's because you're the bestest big brother ever," Ino said mimicking her younger self's speech patterns.

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"And you're a good little sister," he said with a faint smile.

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She poked him gently in the side, and smiled. "Oh well," Ino said. "At least most of the weekend was good."

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"I thought so. Then again, I got a shoulder ride and a horse ride and got to make cookies."

He poked her back, just as gentle.

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She captured his hand. "I had a lot of chocolate, and lot of fun, and met a bunch of people I've never met while regular-sized." Ino stared at the ceiling. "And Lieutenant Kerrigan said that my Dad didn't love me."

That part hadn't been fun.

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"Lieutenant Kerrigan can stuff herself," he said firmly.

That was all there was to it.

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She laughed.

"I still don't know why she got so upset." Which was part of the problem. "But I do know that Dad loves me. That's very clear."

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"I'm sure," he said with a faint smile.

"And I haven't the faintest clue. I don't know the woman."

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Ino shrugged. "Cable-san made little me feel better, so it's alright, I guess. Have you met Cable-san before? I can't remember if you've told me yes or not."