Room 504, Sunday Evening

Boys were dumb. But she knew that already. It was just the degree of dumb that differed from boy to boy.

Which is why Ino was perfectly happy to level a long glare that the wall that connected her room to Romeo’s and then go back to murmuring silly nonsense to her plants that yes, she was back, and she’d missed them, and weren’t they just darling for being so good and looking so well for her?

Yes, yes they were. So she turned on music for them, left the door open for her, and went about unpacking her things and humming along with the radio.

[Open door, open post!]