Room 504, Thursday Really Late Morning/Early Afternoon

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Ino was in a Mood. Had been since yesterday and talking to Liir, and then talking to Cal had only made it worse. She was in a Mood.

Now, normally, this meant she’d be raging or ranting or flinging things around, but instead she’d drawn her curtains, shut her door, and for good measure settled down against it so no one could get in.

Staffy leaned against the wall by her desk and she wondered what Liir would say when she saw him again.

Whatever, right? She wasn’t in the mood for flying with him. She wasn’t in the mood to be happy, or silly, or even pissed off at him. Or, really, at anyone.

Just kind of... quiet. Almost sad. It wasn’t a very comfortable mood, she decided.

But it was still her Mood. And that was that. She didn’t need anyone coming by and telling her otherwise. Didn’t want anyone coming by and telling her otherwise.

[Primarily establishy, but open if you can convince her to open the door.ETA: And the time altered a bit so I don't joss myself because apparently I can't remember things today, go me. *siiiiighs*]

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Ichigo crossed his arms as he faced her. "And that wasn't sending how?"

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"He could've gone and seen any of the other newbies," Ino said, still innocent.

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"No, you told him about me," he argued, eyeing her. "I'm not sure why."

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"He asked who I'd met already," Ino said. "I didn't say anything like 'go scare that one, he's funny'."

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"I'm not funny!" he protested instantly.

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"Did I say that?" Yeah. Ino was so giving him the innocent eyes again.

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"Implying something is saying it too," he argued, inviting himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

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He could sit on her bed, sure, but she was going to try and flop her legs over his lap just because she could.

It wasn't a hug, but hey, uncomplicated human contact was a good thing right now.

"You're totally funny, come on," Ino said lightly.

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Ichigo blinked, having no idea exactly what he was supposed to do with the feet. In his lap. He stared at them. "Only when I chose to be."

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She wiggled her toes impudently. He didn't have to do anything with them.

"Or when you're new and shiny in a place that specializes in breaking brains?"

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But they were *there*. Wiggling.

"That's a matter of opinion," he replied, still fixated.

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Ino eyed him dubiously. "...why are you staring like that?"

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He quickly glanced up. "I'm not!" he argued.

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"You so were," she argued right back. And wiggled her toes. As you do.

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He was not going to look now, dammit. He only managed out of sheer stubborness. "I'm not now."

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Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

"Well, no," she conceded. "You're not."

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He was not going to look. He was not... Dammit.

"What classes do you have?" he asked quickly, distracting himself.

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"Full course load," she said. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. "Relationships, The Right Tools, Extracurriculars, and Living On Your Own. You?"

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He nodded, having seen her in the last one.

"I just have..."

Okay, seriously... "Sit still!"

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Ino smiled innocently. "You have...?"

She'd totally won. Her feet stopped wiggling.

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"Just two classes," he relaxed a little as the wiggling stopped.

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"Annnnd?" she prodded.

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"The blowing up one and the living alone," he clarified.

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"Laaazy," she teased. "Only two classes! That's totally unfair."