Room 504, Thursday Morning
Jul. 31st, 2008 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intraspectiveIt was, Ino decided, a rather lazy morning. She had a few magazines and a comfy bed after all, so all that was planned for now was reading, and maybe going down to her garden later.
“Mine?” came the voice from her open window. “Mine mine mine.”
...
“...what’s yours?” Ino asked very dubiously, peeking over her magazine.
The bird hopped down onto her desk and cocked its head at her. “Mine mine mine.”
“Yeah, no,” she said, rolling up a magazine and getting off her bed. “Nothing ‘bout me is anyone’s property. I don’t think so. Shoo.”
“Mine?”
“Get out of here!”
[Open door, and post!]
“Mine?” came the voice from her open window. “Mine mine mine.”
...
“...what’s yours?” Ino asked very dubiously, peeking over her magazine.
The bird hopped down onto her desk and cocked its head at her. “Mine mine mine.”
“Yeah, no,” she said, rolling up a magazine and getting off her bed. “Nothing ‘bout me is anyone’s property. I don’t think so. Shoo.”
“Mine?”
“Get out of here!”
[Open door, and post!]
