Room 504, Monday Morning Before Third Period

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Ino, getting back from Tyler-sensei’s office, and quite content with the glitter she’d gotten in her hair (it had been on her hands, and therefore... well, had migrated to her hair quite easily and maybe on purpose).

Leaving the door open, she flopped down on her bed and set about writing a letter to her dad that detailed just what she’d gotten up to this weekend, and how Liir had the worst taste ever in boys.

Seriously. Ugh.

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She petted him gently. "You so did," Ino informed him. "You've really got to get over this, you know. Just 'cause you've had a bad weekend doesn't mean you can go 'round turning yourself into a kitten."

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It was just a small amount of luck, I assure you.

The purring wasn't all that expressive, however, so it just said 'yay, I'm being petted' as he nuzzled to her hand.

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She sighed, and twisted around so she could give the kitty a sort of hug. "Dork," she informed him. "And you've got awful taste in boys, did you know? And that's not just 'cause Trism's from wherever."

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He's my friend. And I don't know what your trouble is.

But it was again just a purr and a flop in Ino's hands.

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The flopping was cute.

"Whatever," she said. "I hate him."

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And there wasn't much else to it because he was too busy purring.