Room 504, Thursday Morning

[intraspective]

Ino... found herself somewhat at a loss for something to do. It was Thursday, and Thursday was her one day a week that she had absolutely nothing planned at all.

In a bit of a holdover from yesterday’s thinking at the store, she was sprawled stomach down on her bed and scribbling in her purple notebook a list of what, in her estimation, was wrong/needed improvement/was annoying/she wanted to fix, and then was slowly adding in what she thought had to be done if she wanted things to change.

She’d left the door open just for air circulation and the radio was on, but low.

[Open door, open post!]

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[withoutverona]

Romeo passed her room on his way to find breakfast before Lit class and stuck his head in the door. "Good morrow," he offered. "Homework?" Ino wasn't exactly the write-for-no-reason type.