intraspective: (Displeased)
Yamanaka Ino ([personal profile] intraspective) wrote2008-07-17 08:51 am

Room 504, Thursday Daytime

There 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.]

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a long moment in which Ichigo debated whether or not it was appropriate to visit a girl at her room. It probably wasn't, but he was bored and just wandering around and that was the room number Ino had given him.

Perhaps he was just glutton for punishment or at least for another round of brain breaking because for some reason, he ended up knocking.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Um...

Not the response he'd been expecting.

"I can come back another time?"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Blink.

He slowly opened the door, just enough to stick his head in. "I'm not interrupting?"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ichigo moved further into the room, his hands slipping into his pockets as he started at the pile of paper in front of her. "Apparently," he agreed with her assessment.

Technically, he should know what happened when girls were pissed off, but then he was just as difficult or stubborn. However you wanted to call it. "That paper never stood a chance."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "That was a joke. Maybe a stupid one, but anyway... So what was on it that got you so pissed?"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay...

"You could throw it away," Ichigo suggested. "Or stab ever piece. It might keep you busy for a while."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Matches," he advised. "Preferably not near any fire extinguishers."

He hesitated for a moment before he squatted down in front of her. "I know we've just talked once, so you can tell me to just mind my own business but... Are you all right?"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't say you were," he replied, shrugging a shoulder. "I'd burn them in one. No reason to drag things out."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Ichigo tilted his head, trying to fit the pieces together in his mind. "Seems like you decided then."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He was starting to get that.

"Okay," he considered her for a moment. "I'll let you think about it then."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ichigo wasn't quite sure why in this instant he suddenly missed Rukia.

"Oh, put a sock in it. I'm not patronizing you. You'd know it if I was," he told her as he pushed back to his feet. "You're angry and you don't want to talk about it. Which is fine. We'll chat when you're in a better mood."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's nothing new," Ichigo pointed out. "It's not very likely to change either."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I got that part already," Ichigo assured her. "So are you going to tell me why or do I have to glue that together?" He'd leave too if that was what she wanted, but he'd already offered and she hadn't really let him.