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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[intraspective]

"Fucking fantastic," Ino snarled at the wall. With another plant. Of course.

[withoutverona]

Okay, then.

Another big heavy book (a botany textbook, oddly enough) made its way to the wall before Romeo answered.

"Should I ask what's wrong, or merely find another place to be?"

He was assuming she'd opt for the second option.

[intraspective]

"Like. I. Care."

Which pretty much answered that as far as she was concerned.

Crash!

[withoutverona]

The "other place to be" option was sounding better and better, but now Romeo was curious.

Which is why he left his room and took the few steps that ended in banging on Ino's door. If she threw a whatever-she-was-throwing at the door, he'd just go away, and leave Teyla a warning.

[intraspective]

"Piss. Off."

But she flung her next plant at the wall, not at the door.

[withoutverona]

That was good; at least she wasn't trying to kill him through the door.

He didn't think she was, at least.

"You stop throwing things, and I will," he told the closed door. "... what are you throwing, anyhow?"

[intraspective]

Yeah. Like that was going to happen any time soon.

"Plants," Ino said shortly.

[withoutverona]

A man can live in hope.

"Of course, plants," Romeo muttered, more to his shoes than to the closed door. Clearly the whole school had gone insane, and he and Yurika were the only ones spared. "May I come in?"

[intraspective]

"Can you open a door?" Mockingly.

And another smash of a plant.

[withoutverona]

"The question is if doing so will mean an African violet goes through my skull," Romeo pointed out, but bravely opened the door anyhow.

And took in the carnage.

"Well, fuck," he said, impressed.

[intraspective]

It really was an impressive mess. When Ino threw a fit she threw it with style.

"Smashed those already," she said flatly.

[withoutverona]

"Oh, good, a philodendron would be a much more manly way to get a concussion," Romeo said, with a roll of his eyes.

"Why are you ruining your plants?"

[intraspective]

"It could be arranged," Ino told him.

"I'm not ruining them," many would be re-potted later, "I'm smashing them because it's better than smashing people."

[withoutverona]

"Please don't, though," he said quietly. "And yes, much better, and far easier to clean up."

"Anyone I know?" And now he was just being nosy.

[intraspective]

That was the general idea really.

"Cable-san--" smash a plant viciously "--Deadpool-san--" another plant gone "--Yondaime-sama."

Crash!

[withoutverona]

It was a good idea, and Romeo was getting the general impression asking Ino for more details was a bad one, at least if he was enjoying his concussion-free status. "I see," he said instead. "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do, save leave you to your -" he gestured at the smashy-smashy "- plants?"

[intraspective]

"N--" Ino paused mid-smash. "Lend me your gun?"

It would be a really really bad idea to let her have a gun right now.

[withoutverona]

Yeah, Romeo was not quite that dumb.

"Not with you in such a humor," he answered readily, sounding very sure of himself. "Guns are too dangerous, too easy, when one is furious."

"There is one way, though," he added.

[intraspective]

Blades were pretty damn easy too, and she hadn't gone for any of those. Ino hadn't really expected him to concede though--just hopeful.

Another plant met the wall violently. "Oh?" Ino asked with a side-long glance.

[withoutverona]

Perhaps, but Romeo hadn't ever stabbed anyone.

"We go to the range," he ticked off, encouraged. "We close it off, you wear full gear, and the gun goes down if anyone else comes in."

[intraspective]

...

...

Ino turned that over in her head. Several times.

"If Cable-san shows, can I shoot him?"

He was the main one really.

[withoutverona]

"No," Romeo said seriously. "You can name your target after him, if that helps."

With a sideways glance, he asked, "Could you live with yourself, if you did shoot him?"

[intraspective]

It would totally help.

"Is grass wet?" Ino asked rhetorically. "I know it wouldn't kill him." No matter how much she might, at this moment, wish it would.

He'd gotten worse before. Just not from her.

[withoutverona]

Romeo rubbed his forehead. That headache? Getting worse. "I'm used to the idea that people die when they get shot," he said ruefully. "But the answer is still no shooting people, even if it would not hurt them."

"But if just pulling a trigger would help ..." his voice trailed off.

[intraspective]

Oh, it would hurt him. It just wouldn't kill him.

Ino eyed her room. "It would..." she said slowly, scowling at the mess. "But if I want sleep I'd best do something about this disaster."

That? Was a major disappointment.