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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.]

Date: 2008-04-21 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
After the last crash, there was a very rapid series of knocks.

Date: 2008-04-22 12:11 am (UTC)
withoutverona: (lips only)
From: [personal profile] withoutverona
After he got home from Pixie Dust, Romeo flopped on his bed and groaned at the crashes. He didn't care what kind of wild sex Ino was having -- and he sort of hoped to never think that sentence again -- but she could at least go have it in a hotel.

He tossed a shoe, hard, at the wall between the dorm rooms, hoping Ino would get the message.

Date: 2008-04-22 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
Okay, this was just... this was sucking that's what this was.

In her jammies, Annette stepped down the hall to Ino's room and pounded on her door.

"Ino! The hell's going on in there?"

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