Room 504, Friday Just After 2nd Period

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Boys, Ino had decided, we bound and determined today to royally piss her off. Between creepy-Tyler, and Michael pointedly ignoring her in Chemistry, and then with Ichigo being hurt again and then having to shear sheep in Phys Ed…

…It was a foul temper sort of day.

“You,” Ino informed Ichigo sharply, as she opened the door to her room. “Are an idiot. Get inside.”

[For that boy she’s calling names. And he’s totally modded with permission.]

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"I am dealing with your company, aren't I?" he shot back and turned slightly to glance up at her. "Or are you implying you don't see enough of me? You're not missing me, are you?"

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"Terribly," she deadpanned, "clearly you should just move in, or something."

She was seriously, seriously, kidding. No way did she want that.

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"I'm not sure I could deal with all the plants," he deadpanned.

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"I doubt the plants could deal with you," she drawled back.

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"Guess you'll just have to miss me then," he shot back, but he paused as he studied her face, worried that she was pushing herself again.

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She was tired, but nothing more, still focused on the cut. "I'll cry, but get over it, I'm sure."

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"You're not getting my shirt," he told her. "No matter how much you cry."

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"Did we want to test that theory?" Ino asked archly.

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"No crying," he said instantly.

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She pulled her hands from his shoulder, pleased as anything that she'd been able to do it, and brought one hand up to the cut on his face.

"I think that means that I'd win," she noted.

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He went still and she seemed closer than she had been only a moment ago. "Do not," he argued. It didn't sound as convincing as he would have liked.

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That got a bit of a grin. "It would, yeah."

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"You fight dirty," he told her, glaring up.

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"You know it," she shifted her hand slightly, "and yet, you're still coming 'round."

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"Clearly I hit my head hard," he replied and he shouldn't be that aware of the touch.

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"Guess that means I'll have to heal that too, yeah?"

She wondered if he got that.

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Probably not. "And how were you planning on doing that?"

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"I'm sure I'll think of... something."

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"You mean you'll plot," he corrected her, raising an eyebrow.

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She laughed softly, ducking her head. "Maybe."

Yes.

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"Not maybe," he shifted to face her better as he was getting a crick in his neck like this.

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"Such little faith," she teased, as he shifted, "or maybe a lot of it?"

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He snorted. "Figure that out yourself."

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"Brat," she chided, pulling her hand away. "So mean to your healer."

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"She's a brat too," he pointed out as he reached up, tentatively touching his brow.