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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"Somehow," she said, following him with her gaze. "I'm not sure what I expected you to say to that."

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"I'm not sure either," he said honestly, touching a leaf of the plant. "What are you supposed to say?"

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She shrugged. "You're the one having all the issues 'bout it."

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"I don't have issues," he protested instantly. Maybe just a little.

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"Liar," she said, smiling slightly.

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He shrugged. "It's okay. I just... hadn't expected it?"

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"Hadn't expected the kiss, or hadn't expected me to do it?"

Or both, really.

"Or... for you to like it...?"

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He blinked and considered it for a moment. "All of those?" he suggested impishly.

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Well, at least he'd liked it.

"Do you regret it?"

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He opened his mouth to answer, then snapped it shut again, considering her for another instant. "No. You?"

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"No," she said honestly. "I don't."

Though she might have not done it had she'd known it'd be his first kiss.

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"Okay," he drew in a breath and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "So now what?"

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"I don't know," she told him, stretching out on her stomach and staring up at him. "No grand master plan here."

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"You could give me my shirt back?" he suggested.

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That got a smug little smirk. "Nope."

Never!

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"Is it to remember me by?" he teased, oh so modestly.

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"Never mind that I took it before I kissed you, right?"

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"Maybe you were planning it then already," he guessed, flopping down on the ground beside her bed.

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She reached over to try and tug at his hair.

"Me? Plan?"

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"You plan," he replied, reaching up to thwap her hand away.

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"That's an idea that'd surprise some people," she noted, making a grab for his hand instead.

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"You're supposed to be a ninja," he pointed out, frowning as she caught his hand. He leaned his head back against the mattress to look up at her.

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"I am one," she said, keeping her hold on his hand and wrinkling her nose at him. "Still surprises people."

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"You shouldn't care," he told her, tugging on her hand.

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"Don't, most of the the time." She tugged back.