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Room 504, Tuesday Evening

A shower had been just the thing after a boring, but cheerful day. Ino was now sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing a pair of leggings and Kabuto’s shirt ~~which was totally hers now~~ and brushing her damp hair. A book was open in front of her and Ino planned to read a bit more of once she was done with her hair. Just a quiet sort of evening.

She’d left her door open though, just in case anyone felt like stopping by.

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Not that Kabuto missed the shirt, or cared that she wore it. But he still had to stop and poke at her. "No dates tonight, then?" he asked from the doorway, smirking.

Ino looked up at him, mildly surprised, hairbrush pausing midway through a stroke, "You're the one I'm sorta dating." Not that she'd say no if someone else asked her, but still.

"You're that desperate?" Kabuto asked, mockingly incredulous. "Are you even doing anything for the holiday tomorrow?" He hadn't gotten a good look at her book yet, but was already secretly curious about it.

"I think you insulted yourself more than me, there." Ino said, putting her brush down and looking amused... and totally sidestepping the question. Ha! She shrugged, tugging her book onto her lap, "I haven't decided yet."

"Think what you like," Kabuto replied, shrugging right back. "You know, you already have an excellent costume available to you. Wear your forehead protector, and you could pretend to be a ninja."

That made Ino laugh, "I thought of that already, actually. But that's sort of boring... Oh!" She bounced up off her bed, her book sliding to the ground, and headed for her desk and grabbed up a bottle, "The conditioner you said you'd try!"

Kabuto didn't bother to point out to her that she'd basically just confirmed she wasn't a good ninja. It wasn't fun if you had to spell it out....most of the time. "Conditioner?" He blinked at her, completely blank.

She offered him the bottle, "You said you would - on Saturday. It's good for your hair." Ino would totally deny having confirmed any such thing. She ~~or rather her mun was~~ just really bad at catching alternate meanings to things. And it would be boring for a ninja to dress up as a ninja. "Are you dressing up?"

"I did?" Kabuto blinked again. "Huh. Why do I need to borrow your conditioner, again?" He didn't remember the discussion, obviously. Or, at least, he was acting the part very well. "I'm not sure. I have no real reasons to dress up, after all. Nor do I have a costume."

"You could always dress up as a ninja." Ino told him flippantly before she eyed him dubiously. Had he really forgotten? "Because your hair tangles badly. You ~~said~~ promised you'd try it." Ino's lips quirked into a grin, "Don't you remember? You fell asleep with your head in my lap."

"I thought the point was to be in costume?" Kabuto asked pointedly. "Most of Saturday is a blur," he explained with a shrug. "At least the travel and arrival parts. I was tired."

"It was your idea first." Ino retorted.

The rest just made her laugh, "No kidding. I managed to get out of our room in the morning with you hardly stirring." She held out the bottle insistantly, "You still promised you'd try it."

"That's because it would actually be a costume for you," Kabuto explained, feigning exasperation.

"And now you've seen me almost completely drained. Satisfied?" He crossed his arms, eyeing the bottle. "...What have you done with it that you're so insistant I take it?"

"It would not." Ino snapped, "I earned my forehead protector!"

"And I haven't done anything to it! It's conditioner! Geez." Ino wasn't faking exasperation.

"I don't believe you," Kabuto said, enjoying himself immensely. It was so easy to set Ino off, yet he never quite seemed to get tired of it.

"I'm telling the truth!" Ino crossed her arms and glowered, "I'm not stupid enough to try and poison someone who'd recognize it a mile away."

"Poison is no problem. It's coloring I'm wary of." Kabuto walked over to her and snagged the bottle, examining it.

"It won't do anything but make the tangles easier. Geez." Ino stalked over to bed and rescued her book from the floor.

"Let's hope," Kabuto replied, smirking. "We know what will happen, otherwise." He followed her over, catching the title of the book. "...And you prove my theories of tampering by studying poisons. Ino, Ino, Ino...what are we going to do with you?"

She flushed, "I didn't tamper with it! The book is just a bit of bedtime reading!"

"Bedtime reading?" Kabuto grinned. "Hmm. I suppose I'll buy that. Especially considering you wouldn't have the guts to do something like that..."

"It's a good book!" Ino insisted, sitting down on her bed, "And I would so have the guts! I just didn't think about it!"

"I don't doubt you that it's a good book," Kabuto agreed. "But I still doubt you'd have the guts to do it. You don't have the guts to do a lot of things."

Ino bristled. "I have the guts to do all sorts of things!"

"Prove it," Kabuto challenged her, looking vaguely bored.

"What do you want me to do?" Ino asked defiantly. She sucked at turning down challenges.

"Dress up tomorrow, as something I choose." He smirked, watching her.

Her eyes narrowed as she ran through all sorts of awful things he force her to wear. Her competitive side won out though.

"I'll do it." She tossed her head, and looked sly, "If you'll dress up as what I pick for you."

"I would have been surprised if you hadn't set that condition, actually," Kabuto told her, completely unfazed. "You're going to be a pig, then. With wings."

Ino mentally squashed her temper to keep herself from flinging something at him. She was fighting a losing battle when it occured to her that as bad as dressing up as a pig was?

It could have been worse, and most people here didn't know what her name translated to. And he still had to dress up as what she decided.

Her grin went ~~slightly~~ evil as she thought about that. "Fine," she said, sounding grumpy, "Then you get to dress in a nurse's uniform." Ino paused and looked smug, "Female nurse. With the short skirt and everything."

Kabuto shrugged, still amused. "Sure. White and red, or scrubs-blue?" He wasn't terribly worried about her outfit choice; he wasn't the one who would be traumatized by seeing himself in drag.

Kabuto in drag was worth being a pig with wings. Ino gave him her best are-you-stupid? look. "White and red." Duh.

"All right. Just making sure; I wouldn't want to disappoint you." He smiled. "You're doing so much for me, after all. I owe you." Which was an outright lie.

Ino stared at him. "What are you talking about?" As far as she knew she wasn't doing anything for him.

Kabuto wiggled the conditioner bottle at her. "Well, I should go. I need to ~~handwavily~~ see about finding the right costume for tomorrow." He smiled. "You better not chicken out, Ino-san."

"I don't chicken out of things." Ino snapped, shoving him towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kabuto-san."

She paused. "And don't forget to tell me how the conditioner works."

"I'm sure you'll be able to tell," Kabuto told her, winking before leaving the room to go back to his own. "See you tomorrow."

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