Room 504, Friday Morning

[intraspective]

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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[intraspective]

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

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He rolled his eyes at her. "Give me my shirt and I won't have to."

[intraspective]

She wasn't kidding.

"Get the fuck away from those," Ino said, getting off the spare bed and darting over to try and snatch the shirt from him.

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Like he was going to listen to that and he held up the shirt he'd grabbed, out of her reach. "What the fuck is your problem? I'll wash it if that's what you're worried about."

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She slammed a fist at his chest. "Give it," Ino repeated, livid, "and get the fuck out."

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That actually hurt. Well, the slam did, the words... maybe a little too. Ichigo just registered the annoyance and he threw the shirt right back at her. "Whatever. Keep the stupid thing."

It still left him naked and not so fast on the whole getting out thing.

[intraspective]

She clung to the shirt, still not moving away from the closet, and said nothing.

Just glared.

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He glared back, his skin flushed with annoyance and he wanted to know what the fuck was so precious about a stupid shirt. She couldn't just expect him to leave half naked, right? One more look at Ino told him that she did.

"Bitch," he cursed and turned, clutching his sheet (her sheet, he didn't fucking care) as he left the room.