Room 504, Tuesday Morning

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Ino... had heard radio. Thanks a lot, radio.

Ino was now contemplating hiding in her room for the rest of the day just in case Temari-san had heard, and took offense, to what had been said.

It didn’t look much like she was hiding, since she had the door open and was ostensibly just doing a thorough check up on all of her many plants. She was honest enough with herself though to know that she was hiding. If Temari-san had really wanted to have words with her then a closed door was hardly going to stop her.

Just... staying out of Temari-san’s way sounded like a real good idea right about now. So that's what Ino was doing.

[Open door, open post.]

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"They're clean!" she protested instantly.

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"Says you," he grabbed her pillow to knock them off the bed with.

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"I hate you," she sulked.

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Ichigo grinned and flopped back down. "Nah. You're just saying that."

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Ino pondered her options.

"See if I ever kiss you again."

More sulking.

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That one dot on the ceiling was interesting. Was it a crack or maybe a shadow?

"You don't want to kiss me again, so it doesn't matter," he pointed out.

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"You don't know that," she pointed out, fiddling with the leaves of a fern.

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It was implied. "What have you been up to?" he asked casually.

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"Kissing-wise or otherwise?"

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That got him to look back at her, frowning. "That busy?"

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"Busy," she admitted. "Not kissing-wise though."

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Oh. "I don't care," he shouldn't have said that. He really shouldn't. "So busy training?" he guessed.

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"You were frowning," she pointed out, frowning at him now. "So you cared at least a bit."

The other question was ignored.

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He made a face and pushed up, moving to sit on the edge of the bed to face her. "You want to talk in circles some more?" he asked.

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"You're the one that frowned," she said, sitting up. "It's not a circle to ask a question."

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"We've had this conversation before," he reminded her. "You asked a question, I ask one back, you ask one in return."

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She eyed him. "So how do we not have this discussion?"

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Well... He hadn't thought that far. "Could just not ask." Or just answer, he wasn't saying that out loud.

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"I'm bad at that whole... not asking thing."

Yeah.

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Of course she was, he'd started to notice. "Fine. Then ask," he crossed his arms.

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"So, why do you care if I'd been out kissing people?"

She hadn't, but still.

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It just had to be that question? It couldn't be something stupid like... He wasn't sure what, but still. "I don't," he bristled. "It's... It's not because we... that doesn't mean... You can do what you want." So not answering the question. He was bad at this.

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She eyed him.

"I don't think anyone would consider that a real answer."

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He glared at her for a long moment."I haven't kissed anyone. Okay?" He didn't mean just since last week and his eyebrows weren't un-knitting in the next hour or so.

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More considering. "...I was your first kiss?" Blankly.