Room 504, Friday Early Evening

[intraspective]

Ino had spent most the day out training and, after showering and making crackers with cheese (which was, pretty much, the easiest thing ever to make and done because she was lazy), carted her plate back to her room (a whole few feet, all things considered) she curled up on her bed, leaving her door open.

And booted up Kabuto's laptop to poke around the internet and see what she wanted to buy herself for her birthday.

What? She could totally buy herself a gift, and it was only twelve days away...

[Open door, open post!]

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[intraspective]

"No," she said sweetly, "it's my sixteenth birthday party. Get it right, Cal."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Same thing," Cal waved a dismissive hand. "Life ends at sixteen, don't you know?"

[intraspective]

"Nooo," she said, laughing. "'Cause then we'd be havin' an awful lot of funerals 'round here, all things considered."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Metaphorically, Ino," Cal informed her. "I was being poetic."

[intraspective]

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Not my fault your poetry sucks," she said cheerfully.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I'd like to see you do better," Cal countered loftily.

[intraspective]

"Uh, no," she said, flicking a bit of fluff at him. "I'm a ninja not a poet, geez."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"So much for multi-tasking," Cal said, flicking the fluff back.

[intraspective]

"I multi-task just fine," she sniffed. "But I'm not much of one for the arts."