Room 504, Saturday Late Morning

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Ino sat cross-legged on her bed, in one of Kabuto's shirts, grinning at the tortoises and making sure that they stayed far, far away from Kusanagi’s terrarium. Oh, Fandom. Silly silly Fandom.

She was very pointedly Not Thinking about last night’s discovery, or the fact that she’d woken earlier than normal thanks to weirdish dreams and something still was a bit off. Maybe she’d had too much sugar yesterday? Too much excitement?

Or something.

Either way, her door was wide open, and the tortoises were doing a good job at distracting her.

So. Cute.

[Door and post are open!]

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"You're just trying to make me blush," she told him. "Not working."

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"Actually," he said with a lift of his chin, "I was trying to point out that I learned how to be a dork from the best."

Smirk.

"I know how to make you blush."

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"I'm not a dork!" Ino said indignantly.

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"Doesn't run in the family then?" he asked with a faint snerk.

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"That doesn't," she said, elbowing him lightly. "Geez."

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And he couldn't help laughing. It was just too much.

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"Why are you laughing?"

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He leaned against her.

"I couldn't explain it if I tried."

Because she made him happy.

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"Sometimes," she said lightly, "I really don't get you."

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"Usually, I don't get me either," he told her. "If it makes you feel any better."

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She wrinkled her nose cheerfully. "Not really."