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Yamanaka Ino ([personal profile] intraspective) wrote2009-01-13 11:31 am
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Room 504, Tuesday Evening

After work Ino had stopped by the weapons locker and inspected her things there. Satisfied that everything there was in good working order, she’d wandered back to her room, showered and wound up in her pajamas before sprawling out on her bed with that book on American History.

Because, seriously, she had to get some reading done, right? Right. She was just going to put her head down and close her eyes for a few moments first though. She wasn’t sleeping, geez. Honest.

[For one, please.]

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It had crossed his mind that he didn't have to do this today. After all, he still didn't know what he was going to say to begin with. So any day but today felt tempting. Maybe tomorrow, after another night's rest (and dreams, always dreams). Who knew, inspiration might have struck and tomorrow he'd have the words.

Except that he was... Well, bored. And bored led to staring into nothing. Which led to thinking. And Thinking sucked.

So Ichigo finally made his way up to the fifth floor. His steps seemed to slow down how closer he got to Ino's room, but he made it all too soon and then... he knocked. There was not much else to do.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Drawing in a breath, Ichigo pushed the door open and he slipped inside the room. Only to stop dead half way inside and he cleared his throat. It wasn't that late, was it?

"Um... Are you busy?"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He eyed the state of her bed and then her hair. "Right. You do that a lot," he commented, because it was easier than bringing up the reason he was there. Or you know, why he hadn't been there for a bit.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Busy semester?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Maybe they could just not talk about it. That could work?

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right," he eyed her back, not sure if she wanted him to just go or what.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. You look..." he stopped, not sure what to say. "Like you're expecting me to try and steal your underpants."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"You just look like you're expecting me to mug you or something," he corrected hastily, kicking at the floor with his heel.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He cleared his throat and glanced away, refusing to fluster right now. "Sure, it was."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever," he said dryly, watching her for a moment and the room was instantly too quiet so he quickly started talking again. "You haven't kicked me out yet."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"But you're still mad," he concluded. He was just going to keep standing there. Just a few steps away from her door and not close enough to the bed to get kicked.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure what you said," he admitted, leaning back on the balls of his feet.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why? I didn't say anything!" he protested, not seeing why she was confused.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why am I not making sense?" he demanded. He was making perfect sense to him.