Room 504, Saturday Evening

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After a handwavy day of training that had left her tired and achy, but in a good mood, Ino was sprawled out on her bed, hair still damp from a shower, and making faces at the latest book she was attempting to read. For something that had the word 'basic' in its title... it wasn't very basic at all.

And the dictionary she was flipping through only helped so much. Geez. She considered writing to the author and complaining about false advertising.

Or maybe she'd just fling it at the wall. The thunk it made was very satisfying.

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He was making her sleepy with it. Ino laughed a bit at that, "Naruto wouldn't know the meaning of silence."

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"Which is interesting, considering who his father is..." Kabuto shook his head. "Ah well. There are some things with genetics that just can't be predicted." He leaned back, dragging Ino with him, until he was lying down again...with her half on his chest.

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She squeaked and there was more than a handful of moments spent in pure contemplation of this new position. It was kinda nice though, she decided eventually, and he was warm. Ino shifted to get more comfortable, and peered up at him, "Do you know anything about his mother?" Ino asked, "Maybe it came from her?"

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"Probably. I never met her, though...so I wouldn't be able to tell you for sure." Kabuto reached up with his free hand, taking his glasses off and folding them carefully.

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Ino watched this with sleepy eyes, "You staying here then?" She wasn't planning to move.

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"Unless you want me to leave," he replied, setting his glasses on the stand by the bed. He didn't intend to move unless she really wanted him gone.

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"No," she buried her head against him and closed her eyes, "you can stay. You're nice and warm."

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"Okay. Good to know." Kabuto closed his eyes as well, tightening his arm around Ino. "Goodnight, Ino-san."

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"Good night," Ino murmured sleepily as she drifted off.