Room 504, Sunday Evening

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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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"Enjoy the break?" Triela asked, leaning against the door frame in lieu of knocking.

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"Maybe a bit," she said, breaking off her humming and grinning up at Triela. "You?"

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"It was interesting. Did a little job while I was out there, but it was almost like a real vacation. I think."

She lifted an eyebrow. "Did you do anything interesting?"

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"Bikini shopping, lots of swimming," she mused, "though I think a job would've been more fun, you know?"

Planning to beat up someone who couldn't really fight back went unspoken. It was her plan, dammit.

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"Eh," Triela shrugged. "It was pretty routine."

She shook her head. "I don't really understand bikinis." Or swimsuits in general. Where were you supposed to hide weapons?

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Ino blinked. "...what's to understand about a bikini?"

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"Why would anyone want to wear anything with that few places to hide things?" Triela elaborated. "You can't even get a decent garrote concealed under that little fabric."

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"Hide it in your hair," she said, shrugging. "It can be done, and your hair'd be long enough for it. But a bikini totally isn't battle wear, no." Usually.

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"Which means that they're silly," Triela said as if this naturally followed. What other kind of wear was there?

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"Not really," she said. "They're excellent for getting people to let their guard down."

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"Being a fourteen year old girl does for that just fine," Triela rolled her eyes.

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"Depends on the person," Ino noted, stretching. "And more guard down is always a good thing."

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"Somehow I don't think showing of my negligible 'assets' is going to do anything but make people snicker." Triela knew she looked good dressed up, but that's not the same thing at all.

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"It's all about attitude," she said, a bit severely. "And people seeing a barely dressed girl, assets or not, are going to lower their guard."

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Triela just lifted an eyebrow doubtfully. "I'd rather be armed," she decided.

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"That's what hand-to-hand is for."

Duh.

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"Inefficient," Triela dismisses easily. "Fine for a last resort, but only then."

You could kill way more people way faster with a gun.

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She snorted. "Match your weapons to your mission, geez."

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Triela turned to look at Ino. Her eyes cooled slightly. "I am the weapon, Ino."

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A flick of her eyes and a distinctly unimpressed look followed that pronouncement.

"Do you practice that?" she asked. "So that when people say things you can say that and expect them to shut up? 'Cause, really, I might just be a Genin but even I know you match your output to the required mission level. Overkill is amateurish and a waste of resources."

Her grin sharpened. It wasn't that friendly. "I'm sure a very clever weapon like you could figure that one out."

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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."