Room 504, Saturday Early Evening

[intraspective]

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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[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

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

[intraspective]

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

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"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."

[intraspective]

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

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

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

[intraspective]

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

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

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

[intraspective]

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

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

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

[intraspective]

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