Room 504, Monday Evening

[intraspective]

Paperwork was not Ino's very bestest friend ever, no.

Especially when she probably didn't know enough about the subject to fill in all the blanks. This was not stopping her from going through the pile and filling in anything she did know, mind, but it did mean she was gathering a list of questions that Ino was pretty sure the village only wanted so they could totally be insanely nosey.

Did it really matter if he had siblings, after all?

Ino was pretty sure he didn't, anyway, but that wasn't the point.

Once you'd ascertained that, oh hey, no they were not a threat to Konoha and yes were willing to swear on this, Ino was of the opinion that the rest of it was garbage.

This did not stop her from doing it, of course, but it did mean she was muttering to herself about utter idiots who needed a book written for a visitor as she steadily worked her way down the questions. Music was on, the door was half open and Ino was working on her bed.

[Open door, open post!

ETA: The phone call with Reno is chronologically last, plz. The content of the call is NFB!]

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[raspberryturk]

There was a phone! It was ringing!

Weird how that worked, wasn't it?

[I had to. This post made me giggle like an idiot.]

[intraspective]

That was weird! Who'd have thought?

And one day, maybe, Ino would bother with custom ringtones and stuff but really that was way too much work, so...

"Hi," she said, pinning the phone between shoulder and ear as she wondered why on earth they wanted to know Zack's shoe size.

Shoe size. GEEZ.

[Mwahahaha!]

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to sound as caaaasual as possible as he kicked his feet up onto the bench he'd commandeered in order to make this call. He was on assignment, sure, but he was taking a break. Securing the neighbourhood was hard work, here.

"You hurt my feelings, Rookie."

Also, hello!

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It took Ino a moment to parse that. She'd been eyebrow deep in paperwork for a while and otherwise mentally occupied to really focus on a text she...

Erm.

Maybe shouldn't have sent.

"You have feelings?" Ino asked innocently, making a face along the lines of oh, ew, no.

Ino, don't be like that.

[raspberryturk]

"Somewhere, hidin' under my show-stoppin' good looks and a chocobo tattoo," Reno decided.

Sure, he totally kept his feelings in his ass.

"So, care to tell me why it is you hate me sometimes? Or do I gotta figure that one out all on my lonesome?"

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"Do I get popcorn and a first row seat to you figuring it out on your own?"

That was a blatant stall for time, yes. Lookit that.

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"Popcorn's probably stale," Reno mused, idly swinging his baton out to the side to crispy-fry a Boundfat that was stupid enough to bounce its way into his line of fire.

Yep. Securing the neighbourhood. Totally hard work.

"Why? You wanna make the trip to watch?"

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"Nooot particularly," she answered. "But you are the one that made it an option."

Also: he couldn't smack her over the phone.

[raspberryturk]

Of course, that just meant that he'd have to smack her twice the next time he saw her in person, to make up for lost time.

"Well," he mused, "I guess that means you're gonna have to just out an' tell me, yo."

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"Your orders suck, yo."

That wasn't supposed to have come out slightly petulant, but.

[raspberryturk]

Well. That wasn't exactly what Reno had been expecting.

... Come to think of it, Reno hadn't exactly been sure what to expect. And some part of him was mildly bemused at the fact that he'd given her orders, though he'd have to think for a moment about what orders he could have possibly given her, and she was following them. Huh.

Totally his Rookie.

"An' what about 'em sucks so much?"

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Triela felt the need for a break in routine, and that was one of the many things that Ino was good at. So there was a blond at the door, looking ever so slightly distracted.

"Hey, Ino."

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"Sucks 'cause I gotta bite my tongue and not say things're goin' to get worse and gotta watch as his time hits your history."

Someone was snippy. One guess for who.

And yet, still obeying. Shut up.

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Ino looked up, raised her eyebrows expressively at her paperwork and quirked a grin.

"Do you think," she asked, "that my village's Intel really care 'bout my visitor's shoe size?"

Ino was voting no.

[raspberryturk]

... Reno was getting the sinking feeling that after this conversation was through, he was going to have to find some corner to go puke in.

"You been hangin' around with the SOLDIER kid, huh?"

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That prompted a raised eyebrow. "Not unless they're planning on giving your guest a pair of new shoes as a welcome gift..."

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"ANBU don't really do gifts much," she noted.

"Least not of the non-macabre kind." Like she was one to talk.

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"Zack," she corrected, eyes narrowing but not really seeing her paperwork. "And yeah. A bit."

More than a bit, if she were honest.

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"Well, then unless they have some macabre shoes... probably not."

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"Human skin soles?" Ino tried, leaning back and flicking a pen up in the air idly. "Laces of your loved ones hair?"

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"Enough that you hate knowin' shit about what happens around here, an' not bein' able to let him know," Reno replied, his tone even. Thoughtful, even while the rest of him hollowed itself out and he worked on not feeling anything.

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Triela frowned slightly. "Possible, I suppose. But I imagine they have better things to do with their time than make shoes out of people."

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"Call it a tiny sense of empathy," she drawled.

It... was sort of empathy. Ino wasn't good at labelling it as such, though.

"You know, after hearing 'bout Genesis Clones and Angeal killin' his own mom while Zack tried to save her and how things are fuckin' up royally there, right now."

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"Oh definitely," she said, with a laugh. "But if it were the only way to break someone? Oh yeah, shoes all the way."

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"Well, that explains their asking then." Or, you know, not.