Room 504, Saturday Early Evening

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Between work and the phone call from Reno, Ino was kinda not in the mood to go, like, out and about and socialize.

Which would totally be why, in a concession to not being utterly antisocial, she left the door propped half open and was on the floor flipping through magazines and nibbling on some cashews.

[Expecting one, but totally open yes yes.]

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Ichigo had hot chocolates. Ichigo also had a bag filled with chocolates, chips and candy. He wasn't sure what Ino would be in the mood for, so he'd gone with the first three things that came to mind.

Why yes, Ichigo was aware that he'd stuffed up and sometimes it took a while before he did figure that out. The important thing was that he was knocking on Ino's door now. Right?

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"Come in!" she called absently, flipping the next page over and considering the arrangement they'd taken a photo of. Ugh. Stuffy.

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Carefully not to spill the hot chocolates, he used his elbow to open the door. "Hey," he said, testing the water.

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"You've re-emerged," she said, eyes level. "Thought you'd totally gone to ground."

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"I um..." he considered making excuses, explaining something and didn't really find anything adequate. "I brought peace offerings?"

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Her lips quirked. "So I see," she said wryly. "Does this mean you want a truce?"

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"Yes?" he moved closer to her bed. "It's boring without you."

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Okay, that was pretty hard to laugh at.

It was cute.

"Well," she said, looking up at him, "I do try to be not-boring."

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He held out the tray of hot chocolates for her. "You don't have to try." See? He could be flattering.

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"You're being terribly kind," she noted, stealing the hot chocolates from him (she'd give his back, of course).

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"Why shouldn't I be?" he asked as he invited himself to a seat beside her on the bed.

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"Because it's sensible behaviour," she said, offering him his hot chocolate and reaching for the bag to see what he'd brought her.

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He let her take the bag and sipped from his hot chocolate before he said, "I can be sensible when I chose to be."

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"Must be a rare occasion," she quipped, humming slightly as she inspected the bag. "You really are attempting to placate me."

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"Yeah, well..." he was looking down at his lap. "I was being stupid."

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"You were," Ino said, almost cheerfully. "I mean, Edward--really?"

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"He likes you!" Ichigo protested. Of that he was sure.

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"As a friend!" Ino said, rolling her eyes. "As a... singer."

Sigh.

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Exactly. She sang for him. "You don't know that."

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"I know he's got a girlfriend," she said, raising her eyebrows at him and missing the issue with the singing entirely. "And that means that, if he even tried something with me, I'd stop talking to him."

Hmph.

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"So you don't like him?" Ichigo asked, making a face at his own question.

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"He's like a puppy," Ino said, exasperated. "I mean, he's cute, but I don't do well with just cute."

She loved bite and bark in her men.

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Huh.

"So I'm not just cute?"

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"No," she said, frowning at him. "You're not."

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"Okay," he accepted that and took another drink from his hot chocolate. "Can I have some chips?"

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"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "Even though you eating the bribe you bought for me as a certain level of nerve."

But, see how she offered him the bag. "Geez."

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"Well, you weren't picking anything so someone had to start," he took the bag from her and leaned forward to place his cup on the night table.

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"Oh, I see, you expected me to share all along?" Ino stuck her tongue out at him. "Mean."

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"No, I just know you're nice like that," he opened the bag and held it out for her.

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She stole a few chips with a put-upon sigh. "I'm not nice at all."

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"Are to me," he quickly leaned forward to steal a kiss.

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"Because you're insane," she informed him, letting the theft of a kiss go.

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"So are you," he pointed out, grinning just a little at the kiss.

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"Ninja," she pointed out. "Totally allowed to be."

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"Uh huh, that's your excuse to everything," he told her, snagging a chips from the bag.

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"It's a good excuse," she said, making a face at him. "I'm fond of it."

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"No kidding," he was reaching for his hot chocolate again, taking a sip. It was followed quickly as he made a face. "That's not a good combination."

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She snickered. "Did you think it really would be?" Ino teased. "Chocolate works best with chocolate."

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"I wasn't thinking!" Which would explain a lot of things.

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"No kidding!" she said airily, and shoved at him.

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He made a face and shoved her back. "Gimme some chocolate then!"

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"Make me!" she said, laughing and holding the bag away from him.

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He narrowed his eyes at her, then reached out to poke her side. It was a warning, he could move to tickling.

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She squirmed away from him. "Nuh huh," Ino said, "so not that easy!"