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Room 504, Thursday Daytime
Jul. 17th, 2008 08:51 amThere was a rather ominous level of rage emanating from room 504 today.
After being carried back to the dorms, Ino had slept in fits and starts, too wound up to ever really rest, and eventually gave up entirely.
A few hours later, Ino was sitting cross-legged on her floor, in one of Kabuto’s shirts and not much else (which, really, his shirts were more than long enough to be pajamas on her, come on) and fuming.
And considering how to burn the poster bits. Should she do it one piece at a time? Or all at once?
Ino would be good for tonight, and the boy hunting.
For now though—the poster bits were going to die by fire.
As soon as she figured out which way would be the most satisfying.
[Door shut, post open. Enter at your own risk zomg.]
After being carried back to the dorms, Ino had slept in fits and starts, too wound up to ever really rest, and eventually gave up entirely.
A few hours later, Ino was sitting cross-legged on her floor, in one of Kabuto’s shirts and not much else (which, really, his shirts were more than long enough to be pajamas on her, come on) and fuming.
And considering how to burn the poster bits. Should she do it one piece at a time? Or all at once?
Ino would be good for tonight, and the boy hunting.
For now though—the poster bits were going to die by fire.
As soon as she figured out which way would be the most satisfying.
[Door shut, post open. Enter at your own risk zomg.]
