Room 504, Thursday Early Morning

Angel had, somehow, gotten into her hair elastics overnight. Ino woke up to find them scattered everywhere and Annette's cat sprawled out on top of a bunch of them and looking incredibly smug.

"I should've left you in her room instead of feeling sorry for you," Ino informed the cat tartly. "That's totally uncool."

Angel stretched, then got up and rubbed against her ankles. Ino melted, just a little. "That's still uncool, seriously," she repeated, kneeling down to pet the kitty. "But I suppose as long as you don't start eating them it's okay."

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