Room 504, Monday Evening

[intraspective]

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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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[intraspective]

"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.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

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

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

[intraspective]

"Leave. It. Alone."

Snarl, and fling another plant.

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

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

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

[intraspective]

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

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"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.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

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."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

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."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Well that's rubbish."

He summarily dismissed it.

He didn't move, however.

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"Well, then," Ino snarled, "rubbish happened."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"It generally does," he said.

He looked at her curiously.

"Would you feel better if I was upset or offended or scared or something?"

There was, oddly enough, no teasing or even sarcasm to his tone. He just wanted to know.

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She laughed. A ragged noise that didn't suit her.

"You couldn't possibly piss me off enough right now to make a difference in my mood." It wouldn't work anyway.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"If I was trying to piss you off, I would continue cleaning. You'll notice I haven't. Even if you're making very little sense."

He still had the pieces in his hand, though.

"Talk, fly, eat. Hit me, hit you, hit the wall. Silence. Screaming.

"I'm just not leaving, is all."

[intraspective]

Ino paused, glancing at the plant in her hand before resolutely chucking it at the wall.

"And why not?" It wasn't a demand for him to leave, but a question. "Why aren't you leaving?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Why should I?"

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That got another plant flung--hard--at the wall.

"Why shouldn't you?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Because I have no reason to leave," he said plainly. "And I haven't seen you for a few days."

[intraspective]

A brittle laugh. A flung plant.

"I'm not fit for company right now."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He finally put the pieces down and sat on the ground.

"Well, no. You don't exactly lend yourself to small talk at the moment. Have you had a final yet?"