Room 504, Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

Boys were dumb. But she knew that already. It was just the degree of dumb that differed from boy to boy.

Which is why Ino was perfectly happy to level a long glare that the wall that connected her room to Romeo’s and then go back to murmuring silly nonsense to her plants that yes, she was back, and she’d missed them, and weren’t they just darling for being so good and looking so well for her?

Yes, yes they were. So she turned on music for them, left the door open for her, and went about unpacking her things and humming along with the radio.

[Open door, open post!]

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Triela's eyes stay cold, but she actually smiled. It wasn't any friendlier than Ino's.

"I do the missions I'm given. Perfectly." It was a point of pride. Triela did not screw up a mission. And Ino had no business suggesting otherwise.

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"So you say." Ino was perfectly pleased to insinuate all she wanted about Triela's mission success rate. "Not like I've seen you, but your training seems awfully..."

Oh, how best to say it?

"Limited." And it was even her real opinion. Just dripping with a condescending drawl.

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Triela straightened, hands clenching, face completely expressionless.

"Try me sometime."

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Oh, that was just too easy--and people said she was easy to rile up.

Ha.

"You're on," she said, with a toss of her head.

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That did get an expression. Triela grinned. It was a hungry sort of expression.

"Good."