Room 504, Saturday Early Evening

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Ino had spent most the afternoon out hitting things after her detention. Now though, she was considering the bruises she’d gained from training and trying to decide if it was worth it to heal them or not.

Oh, who cared? It wasn’t like they were serious.

That done, she started trying to decide what to bring with her to Lana’s for the night. And, you know, Not Thinking about anything that had happened yesterday. Some parts had been good, very good even, but others had really failed.

Ugh.

[Up early for timezones, and expecting one. But door and post are totally open!]

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Well, if she said so...

The proximity also meant his hands went to her face and he pulled her down for yet another kiss.

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Which she returned willingly, before she had to break it for air. "I've got to get ready, really now," Ino murmured, with another light kiss. "One more question though, any opinion on what you'd rather I wear tomorrow?"

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"Do I get to look in your closet and pick something?" he wanted to know.

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"If you'd like," she said, pulling away from him.

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He couldn't resist pulling her back, just one more time, honestly.

"Okay. 'll leave it on your bed for when you get back. Don't have to wear it if you don't want, though."

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Ino was so going to be late at this rate.

"I'll decide that in the morning," she said, kissing him and then getting up before he could tug her down again. "But so far, you've got free range of the closet."

...and Ino would severely hope, as it occurred to her, that he wouldn't notice any of Kabuto's shirts folded neatly on the top shelf.

Yeah. Um.

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He'd be focusing on her clothes. It would be okay.

"Good stuff", he said, leaning back to watch her.

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It didn't take her long to pack, she wasn't going that far after all, though she did wonder what he'd think of some of her clothing.

Ino eyed him.

...right. She'd change into her pyjamas at Lana's then. Or they'd never get out of here.

"I'm off," she said, grinning. "See you tomorrow, Michael." Both a promise and well... something else. Anticipation? Perhaps.