Room 504, Monday Late Afternoon

[intraspective]

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.

[Door is shut, post is open!]

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He smiled.

"You're talking to me. That makes it very hard to get bored."

He didn't get bored in general.

[intraspective]

"Why?" Ino asked, "I find some people really really boring even when they're talking right to me."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Because there's always something to pick up," he said. "I'm probably just odd."

[intraspective]

"You are," she said, ruffling his hair. "But that's a good thing."