Room 504, Saturday Late Afternoon

Black on black wasn't really her style, no. Ino'd meant what she'd said yesterday though and was determined to do her best. Which, sadly, meant ditching the purple and white. Ino could be practical sometimes.

Ino now sat crosslegged on her bed with a mouthful of bobby pins and the determination to trap any errant wisp of hair before tying on the head scarf which was currently draped at the foot of her bed.

She was definitely going to give this challenge as good as she got.

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