Room 504, Tuesday Evening

[intraspective]

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.