Room 504, Monday Morning

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A headache brought on by uncomfortable sleep—not nightmares, thank you very much, she didn’t have nightmares—meant that Ino was going to spend the morning with music on (cheerful bubbly pop), singing along while wondering idly if she ought to give Edward a call (it would be a distraction, he would terrify her in ways that had nothing to do with children’s eyes) and giving her plants an inspection that probably went a good bit beyond meticulous.

Reno would probably tell her that she ought to get her ass out of her room. She’d get there.

No, no studying this morning. Ino was pretty sure that it’d only make it harder to sleep when she crashed out later. After all—what was worse, dreams about what she’d done when the body she’d been in hadn’t known what was going on?

Or dreams where Kinjo still had thought, but just as little control, and she could imagine Kinjo's consciousness fluttering, struggling against her will like a broken butterfly? To Ino, it was no contest. Seriously no contest.

Forcing her mind away from that she sang along to the radio. Music. Plants. She could do this.

[Open door, open post.]

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"Any ideas, then?" Triela asked. It wasn't like this was a problem she'd ever had to deal with herself.

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"Not yet," she admitted ruefully. "I've been more focused on 'get better at lying' and 'improve mental shields', 'cause I don't need people pokin' 'round in my head and findin' stuff like that."

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"Because they'd want to talk about it and criticize you?" Triela just wanted to make sure she was understanding where Ino was coming from. Because, again, Triela didn't have to deal with this sort of thing.

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She shrugged, not minding the questions.

"More 'cause people'd--probably care I don't care 'bout it as much as I 'should'."

Ino tugged at her hair. "Guess that makes me a bit of a baby, yeah? I don't want to be hated for my job."

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Triela actually smiled just a bit at that. "It makes you human," she countered. "Even I care what people think about me." Up to a point, anyway.

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Her smile was equally brief.

"Maybe I don't want to be like that, though, 'cause in a choice between my friends and my job--I don't know if that's even a choice."

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"Of course it's not. But why force yourself to choose if you don't have to?"

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"'Cause if I start talkin' to most of them 'bout it, I will have to," Ino replied. "So thinkin' about it is a good thing."

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"Or you can talk about what they can handle..." Triela grinned slightly. "It's not like I tell everyone everything..."

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"Nooo," she admitted. "I guess I just get tired."

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"Of thinking about what everyone would say if they knew?"

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"Something like that," Ino gave a soft huff of a laugh. "Too many things to think 'bout."

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"Well..." Triela pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I can promise you won't have to think around me?"

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Ino gave her a long glance, and smiled.

"Well," she said, "at least not the same way."

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"You can be a drooling idiot for all I care" Triela smirked.

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"Oh right," she scoffed. "Like that'd happen to me."

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"Well... it is Fandom," Triela pointed out. Even if she didn't believe it herself, either.

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"...Fandom is not turning me into a drooling idiot."

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"Not if it knows what's good for it?" Triela suggested with a teasing laugh.