Huggable Kitten B3, Friday Late Afternoon

[intraspective]

Friday afternoon and Ino was sprawled out on her bed with an anatomy text. Talk about boring. This was better than brooding about Cal, or giving into the urge to go and strangle Ichigo though, so whatever. The text, at the moment, was closed and she was testing how well she'd managed to retain what she'd studied.

Ino wondered, really, if she'd ever feel like she knew enough to actually feel confident in her abilities while working at the clinic. What had she been thinking, seriously? She didn't know anything about healing.

Bruises and cuts were only the tiniest tip of the knowledge she needed to know. She sighed, and focused again on her studying.

[For Hinata, then open afterwards.]

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[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Hinata knocked on the wood partition tentatively, a scroll clutched in her other hand. She bit her lip and hoped, really, that she wasn’t doing anything awful in being uninvited into a cabin that wasn’t hers.

No help for it.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

There is no brain. There is only Zuul.

He was through the curtain and staring at her like she might explode into confetti or perhaps sprout a flower from the top of her head.

"Ino, I have to make my father dinner. What should I make?"

...you're going to have to calm him down if you want to make sense of things. He was quite literally bouncing more than any coffee could have done.