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Yamanaka Ino ([personal profile] intraspective) wrote2009-06-13 02:53 pm
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Room 504, Saturday Early Evening

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.]

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He held out the tray of hot chocolates for her. "You don't have to try." See? He could be flattering.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why shouldn't I be?" he asked as he invited himself to a seat beside her on the bed.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He let her take the bag and sipped from his hot chocolate before he said, "I can be sensible when I chose to be."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well..." he was looking down at his lap. "I was being stupid."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"He likes you!" Ichigo protested. Of that he was sure.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly. She sang for him. "You don't know that."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you don't like him?" Ichigo asked, making a face at his own question.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh.

"So I'm not just cute?"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay," he accepted that and took another drink from his hot chocolate. "Can I have some chips?"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I just know you're nice like that," he opened the bag and held it out for her.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are to me," he quickly leaned forward to steal a kiss.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"So are you," he pointed out, grinning just a little at the kiss.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh, that's your excuse to everything," he told her, snagging a chips from the bag.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"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."

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't thinking!" Which would explain a lot of things.

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He made a face and shoved her back. "Gimme some chocolate then!"

[identity profile] first-guardian.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He narrowed his eyes at her, then reached out to poke her side. It was a warning, he could move to tickling.