The Preserve, Late Monday Night

[intraspective]

The preserve, really, ought to have been fully dark considering how late it was, but Ino had brought a few portable lanterns and set them up around the perimeter of the clearing. She wore short sleeves despite the cold, and had her cards on her. Getting the kunai from the locker would’ve been too much hassle with everything else.

In her hands was a scroll and she was idly tossing it from one hand to the other as she waited for Reno. Because that was totally the way you treated quality literature. Of course.

The knapsack she had slung over one low hanging branch contained two other scrolls and she left them where they were for now.

[For the partner-in-crime, please!]

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[raspberryturk]

He'd been told to be there, so there he was, keeping an eye out for the lanterns that Ino had told him to watch for, and wearing a grin on his face.

"We're makin' progress, are we?"

Seemed like a good greeting, really.