Room 504, Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

Really, if you wanted to make a case for it, Ino hadn’t been seen, or heard from, since Friday evening. That was because, in the case of all long running shows, relatively minor characters get written out of the story only to return three seasons later for no good reason.

Ino wasn’t particularly aware of any of that though, as other than having spent a day being completely non-existent, she was still her perfectly normal self.

And as such, was spending the evening in her pajamas, listening to Utada Hikaru, and singing along under her breath while studying her medical scrolls, having completely missed any sort of news that things were out of the ordinary. (And, really, was glad of that.)

[Open, though Ichigo's thread is chronologically last, please!]

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[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Fine," he decided and he stepped forward. "Then I'm sleeping on the carpet."

[intraspective]

"...there's two beds in the room."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Oh," he considered it. "The carpet's more work."

[intraspective]

"The other bed is further away," she said helpfully.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"I want to be close to you," he said stubbornly. Didn't she understand that? "It hurts to be parted from you!"

[intraspective]

"You are not sleeping on the floor. You'll just get a cold."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Oh pretty Ino," he sighed. "You always worry about me."

He felt like kissing her and he stepped closer towards her.

[intraspective]

Ino privately thought that 'pretty' was a weak description of his 'one true love' but that was okay. This was weird.

"When you act mental, I do," she said tartly, pondering her options.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"I feel fine," he assured her. "Never felt better, he reached out to touch her cheek. Kiss me, sweetheart."

[intraspective]

"You'll thank me for this in the morning," she informed him, stepping closer.

And totally knocking him out.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"In-" he started, but the blackness surrounded him and Ichigo fell to the ground.

[intraspective]

"Mental," she muttered, wincing as he fell. "You'll so thank me tomorrow."

With a sigh she set about getting him into the spare bed.