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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Triela snatched the Jolly Rancher out of the air and examined it critically before slipping it into her pocket. "They were overconfident. I did a rear window entry with a pistol, took out the four guys in that room, and started going door-to-door with my shotgun."

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"You're supposed to eat it," Ino noted, considering what she'd heard. "And your support?"

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"It looks sweet," Triela pointed out with a very tiny moue of distaste. "Well, Henrietta was the reason they weren't paying enough attention. She basically kept them all pinned down at the stairwell, got a couple who didn't know how to keep their heads down. We herded them into a corner room where Rico had a good line of sight."

And that had been all it had taken. Being pinned into a room which left you exposed to a master sniper was a good way to get dead.

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"Candy generally is," she said, almost apologetically. Almost.

Ino snickered. "Then they got what they deserved."

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"Yeah," Triela nodded. Possibly in agreement to both statements.