Room 504, Monday Evening

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By the time Ino got back to her room she had a headache from forcing herself to keep her temper. She opened the door, with slightly more force than was necessary, stepped inside then shut it. Oh-so-gently.

Then, almost calmly, she picked up one of her potted plants and flung it with all the force she could muster at the wall over her bed. The pot smashed satisfyingly but it wasn’t enough, not near enough, to make her feel better.

Another pot. Another crash against her wall.

How. Crash. Dare. Crash. He. Crash.

How. Crash. Dare. Crash. They. Crash.

Eventually she’d have to stop, either from running out of pots, or from spending her rage. Eventually she’d have to clean this mess up so she could sleep.

Eventually.

CRASH!

[Door is shut, post is very very open. ETA: Romeo showed up last, please. Everyone else is before him.]

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Ino levelled the door a scorching glare.

"What?" Accompanied by another crash. Another plant gone. Another really big mess to clean up.

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He didn't wait.

He opened the door and held up an arm, just in case.

He looked like he was going to ask her what the trouble was, but then he saw the plants.

And the broken pots.

And Ino.

"Sweet Ozma," he said quietly. Whatever oddness that had affected his speech had fled.

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Ino's gaze was flinty as she glanced at him, then back at her plants. Which one was next...?

"What do you want?"

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"I came," he said slowly, "to apologize for missing our time together this Sunday as I was a kitten."

He looked around.

"Now, however, it's come to my attention that something far greater is awry."

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She snorted. "Wouldn't have matter if you were human or not. I wasn't here."

Annnd there went another plant. Crash!

Poor plant.

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He shrugged.

"Good to know," he said, his eye on the recently fallen plant.

"Is there any reason you're acting like a startled monkey?"

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"Would you rather I hurt people?" Ino asked 'sweetly'. "Because that's the other option."

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"I know you care about your plants," he said. "That they make you happy.

"And that all depends on the people."

He wasn't afraid of her, not in any way or any capacity. Not because he didn't think she'd act, against and possibly all over him.

He just didn't care.

Every day was a matter of living or dying. Whatever happened, happened.

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"I care about some people too," she said, gritting her teeth. "And right now I'd love to kill a few of them."

Viciously.

Over and over again.

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"Would you? Would you really?"

He looked right at her, green eyes uncharacteristically focused.

"You really want them dead? You really want to feel their flesh and bone give under your hands? Bend and break? Hear them cry, grunt, let out a choked sob before they came back for more? Watch them bleed? You really want to bury them, put them under the ground and leave you with nothing but shards of memory to cut at you every time you see something you would have told them about, or when you realize you have plenty of time since they're not taking up any more of it."

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At the moment? That sounded pretty good to her.

Yeah.

That's how foul her mood was.

"It's not like they seem to care," she said furiously. "If I take up their time or not. So why should I care about them?"

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"I don't know," he said honestly as he closed the door behind himself and leaned on the frame.

He hadn't been judging or even trying to snap her out of things. He'd only been looking for clarification.

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"So," she asked, flinging another plant violently at the wall. "why shouldn't I want them dead?"

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"I didn't say you shouldn't," he pointed out, though not really pointedly. Gently. He could tell a finicky being as well as the next person.

"I was more concerned about you. And your planets. Though don't worry about the mess. I'll take care of it, all right?"

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"I'm fine." As a plant hit the wall and the pot smashed. Ino was a liar. "And don't bother. I'll do it myself."

Because it was her mess.

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"Because you always throw your plants," he said skeptically.

Then he shook his head and ducked down to start gathering the pieces of pot.

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"Leave. It. Alone."

Snarl, and fling another plant.

"They're mine. I'm allowed."

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"And you've never helped me clean up a mess?" he asked her, looking up. Paused, but the pieces hadn't been dropped.

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"No point in cleaning when I'm not--" another crash against the wall "--done."

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"It'll take less time if I start now," he said in reply.

"And I don't see anything else I can do."

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"I might hit you," she pointed out in reply. "And why would you even bother helping?"

It was her temper talking.

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He looked up at her.

"I don't care if you hit me. And I want to."

That was all there was to it.

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"You're not one of the ones I want to hurt. No. Leave. It. Alone."

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He kept looking at her.

"Then what can I do?"

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"Maybe," she said furiously, "you can't do anything. Like I couldn't."