Yamanaka Ino (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
intraspective) wrote2009-03-01 05:16 pm
intraspective) wrote2009-03-01 05:16 pm
Room 504, Sunday Evening
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!]
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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"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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"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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Oh, how best to say it?
"Limited." And it was even her real opinion. Just dripping with a condescending drawl.
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"Try me sometime."
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Ha.
"You're on," she said, with a toss of her head.
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"Good."