Room 504, Friday Late Afternoon

[intraspective]

Saying Ino was tired was so much of an understatement that it wasn’t even vaguely funny. She stumbled into her room, shut the door, locked it and slumped against the back of the door for a few minutes before tottering over to her phone, noticing the blinking light (and deciding that, screw it, they could wait, whoever they were) and placed a message saying she was back.

Ino debated leaving a few more messages, but decided not to as that would get ridiculous and her bed was seriously calling her name. Shower? That could be done later.

Making her way over to the bed, she was fast asleep before she ever hit the blankets.

[Establiiiiishy.]