Room 504, Sunday Late Evening

Ino ached, and her chakra was too low to even think of healing any of the bruises and scrapes that she’d picked up, so after her shower and changing into the most comfy sleeveless set of jammies she owned (which gave her ample time to study the bruises on her arms oh well), Ino flopped back on her bed and just sort of stared up at the ceiling while contemplating taking a painkiller before mostly deciding it was so totally not worth it.

She could, like, just get some sleep and then deal with the bruises tomorrow. A glance at her calendar made her sigh since she’d manage to miss club, but whatever, hopefully she hadn’t been picked and Ino highly doubted that Tyler-sensei would’ve made her fight while exhausted.

Oh well. She’d apologize next week, if it was terribly important by then. A yawn and Ino considering her open door. Really, she ought to shut it.

…maybe in a few minutes. Really. She’d get up in a few minutes. Her bed was awfully comfy after all; she couldn’t be blamed for not wanting to get up.

[Establishy, but also open if you want.]