Room 504, Friday Morning

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She had her window cracked open an inch even though it was rather cold, but Ino figured that, whatever, she could just toss a blanket over herself if she got too cold, and the fresh air made her feel like her room was less stuffy. And with the door to her room open, well, she had a nice bit of air flow running through her room.

As for her, she was sprawled out, stomach down, on her bed and rereading for the umpteenth time her notes on the scrolls. She was getting better at it! But ‘better’ still wasn’t ‘good enough’ in her opinion.

Ichigo, who was still a fox, was sleeping on top of her blankets and every now and then she’d reach over to pet him. Awwww.

[Open door, open post, and that fox-boy’s thread is chronologically last!]

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The pillow caught her in the face, and she gave an outraged splutter before laughing more.

"It really, really is," she insisted.

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"You wouldn't think it's funny if it was your ass that's naked!" he shouted.

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"But it's not," she said, almost mildly. "And I wouldn't be reacting as bad as you anyway."

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"How do you expect me to react?" he asked, because really. He was naked. He pulled the sheets just a little bit higher.

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"Less like I'm going to ravage you," she said very very dryly.

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"I'm not ravaging you," he frowned. That made no sense.

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"You're acting like I'm going to ravage you," she said, throwing the pillow back at him.

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"Am not!" he argued, forgetting to duck and getting a face full of pillow. "I'm just... I..." Nope, he had nothing.

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"Yeah, you are," Ino said, flopping over on the other bed.

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"I'm just naked," he countered, which made sense to him.

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"And clutching a sheet to your chest."

Because, seriously.

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"I'm modest!" he objected.

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"You're acting like a heroine in some crappy romance novel," she said, rolling her eyes.

It was kinda funny, really.

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He threw her a murderous look and if he hadn't been naked, he'd have tried to deck her right there. "I am not. I just don't go around flaunting my nudity!"

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"...seriously?" Was she expected to take that seriously? Who said things like that?

Ino cracked up giggling again.

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"Oh, shut up," he crossed his arms and glared at her some more.

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"That's not very nice," she objected. "Considering you're stuck in here, and such."

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"I'm not stuck," he grumbled and carefully moved to his feet. He gave in and wrapped the sheet around his waist - it wasn't like she hadn't seen him shirtless before - before he moved to her closet.

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"You know there's nothing useful in there for you," she said, sounding bored.

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"I'll see that for myself," he decided, opening the closet and starting rummage around in order to find a shirt.

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"Like you did several times while you were a lot cuter?"

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"Shut up!" he grumbled, trying to ignore how much that made him blush. He distracted her by throwing a random shirt in her direction and then reached up for the bigger shirts he'd noticed before.

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The shirt bought him a few moments, as she laughed and balled it up out of her way.

Then she noticed what, exactly, he was reaching for. "Don't touch those."

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He'd gotten hold of one before he fully realised what she was saying. "Why the hell not? Those will fit!"

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"Don't. Touch. Those," she snarled.