Room 504, Sunday Night

[intraspective]

Ino was sprawled out in her jammies, hair damp against her skull, and idly rereading her notes on the latest things her father wanted her to practice on.

Nibbling on candy (she'd totally got it on sale and ha, it was just as good bought as it would've been had she gone around to get it), Ino was in a good mood.

From the candy, from the studying, from what she'd gotten up to today?

Totally all of the above.

[Open door, open post!]

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[raspberryturk]

Why, was that Ino's phone, ringing?

Why yes, yes it was!

Bored Turks with paperwork up to their noses and sudden inspiration from instant messages with photo attachments led to moments like this. Moments where phones rang. Yes, indeed.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Someone looks like the proverbial cat," Triela smiled as she leaned herself against the door frame.