Room 504, Saturday Night

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Ino could sing just fine thank you very much even though Ichigo was a bit of an idiot about it and was proving that, this evening, but singing at the top of her lungs with the radio up and blaring, not caring that she didn’t know half the words to the songs, and dancing around in her room in her pyjamas.

With the door wide open. As you do.

What? She was having fun! Loudly.

Take that, Ichigo!

[Oooopen door, open post!]

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"It's not," she insisted. "Seriously not."

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Triela burst out laughing. "Because you'd be the one to know what's weird and what isn't, huh?"

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She sniffed. "More normal than you!"

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"Says the ninja," Triela laughed.

This... probably wasn't one she could win.

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Ino raised her eyebrows. "I'm still a normal girl," she pointed out.

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"I don't think that qualifies as normal." At least Triela was smart enough not to make any claims to normalcy herself.

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"What? The ninja thing?" Ino wondered. "It's perfectly normal in my world."

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"Oh, so everyone's a ninja there?" Triela had apparently decided that keeping the discussion on Ino offered her a better chance of winning this argument than getting into just how normal cyborgs were.

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"Nope," she said, smirking. "But in a hidden village there's quite a few of us."

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"Then you have a whole village of weirdos."

Obviously.

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Oh, totally.

"I'm pretty tame on the weird scale then," she mused.

Sad thing was--she was right.

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"Okay then." By now Triela had completely lost track of what they were arguing about.

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Ino just laughed.

"I win!"

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"Congratulations?" Triela ventured. "What does that even mean?"

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She paused.

"Honestly," Ino said, "I have no idea."

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"So," Triela changed gears. "It has been a while, you know. What have you been up to?"

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"Working!" Ino chirped. "And classes, and dealing with a boyfriend that thinks I can't sing."

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"Since when do you have a boyfriend?" Triela asked, blinking.

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Ino stopped and considered that.

"...a few... months?" she said dubiously. "Maybe."

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"And you didn't feel the need to come tell me?" Triela put her hands on her hips in what was obviously mock-outrage. "You're so mean. Next you'll be telling me that you brush your teeth without asking my permission!"

Then she grinned. "So who iiiis it?" she sing-songed.

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"Brush, shower, and do laundry," she deadpanned.

And grinned. "Kurosaki Ichigo. Orange haired, tall, kinda grumpy."

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"I've seen him," Triela nodded. "We talked once."

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"And...?"

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"And that's it," Triela snorted. "I don't know anything about him, really. I guess he must be nice?" Or... something?

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"You so need to get out more," Ino decided.