Yamanaka Ino (
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Room 504, Monday Evening
Ino had made it through the day. Between getting back, going to class, and talking to Tyler-sensei, she’d figured that whatever Hinata-chan said that she’d totally done her quota of being around and putting her schedule back on normal sort of tracks.
Of course, that’s when she made it back to her room, showered and wriggled into her jammies that Ino realized, depressingly, that she wasn’t sleepy. Making a phone call killed all of thirty seconds, and then she pulled out several gardening magazines and tried to start planning for Tyler-sensei’s flowers. Maybe she would go the love note route, just to make him facepalm.
Her door was left open, as a matter of course.
[Door and post are open! ETA: Anything mission related, beyond it happening, is NFB please!]
Of course, that’s when she made it back to her room, showered and wriggled into her jammies that Ino realized, depressingly, that she wasn’t sleepy. Making a phone call killed all of thirty seconds, and then she pulled out several gardening magazines and tried to start planning for Tyler-sensei’s flowers. Maybe she would go the love note route, just to make him facepalm.
Her door was left open, as a matter of course.
[Door and post are open! ETA: Anything mission related, beyond it happening, is NFB please!]
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The message was a welcome kind of perkiness, and he could have phoned back, but they lived in the same building, and he really only had to go up one floor. The exercise would do him good.
"Knock knock, yo."
So would the company.
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He paused in the entrance. "I don't know if you're still mad at me or not, but you were away, weren't you? I think radio said."
See? He remembered to acknowledge their fight.
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