intraspective | Room 504, Monday Evening

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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"Are so," Ino taunted.

More scowling. "This is the worst distraction ever."

"Well," she said, "I never promised I'd be a good one, after paperwork and all."

"Paperwork," Triela sighed. "A necessary evil."

"It'll be worth it," she said comfortably. "When it's, you know, done."

Triela snorted. "Yeah. That's usually how it is." She cocked her head. "Who's this for, anyway?"

"Zack Fair," she said, shrugging a bit. "I invited him to my world for a weekend."

"Oh, cool." Then she grinned a bit teasingly. "How come I never got an invite."

Somehow Triela doubted very much that she'd fit in very well where Ino was from.

Better than some people, but...

"He's the first to get an invite since I got here," Ino said dryly. "And I only offered for a good reason."

"Well," Triela nodded slowly, "that's certainly true. You tend to do things for very good reasons."

"When it's important," she admitted, twirling her pen. "Other times I just do what I want, when I want, and damn the consequences."

"Why?" Triela asked, honestly curious. "I mean, you are good at doing things for good reasons when you want to..."

"Because I want to," Ino repeated.

"Because if it's not a mission, or nothing important, then I don't gotta think and sometimes I don't wanna. It's not, like, something I have to do. Why shouldn't I have fun my way sometimes?"

"I suppose that makes sense," Triela allowed thoughtfully. It wasn't how she did things, but she had the Conditioning.

"It's selfish, that's what it is," Ino admitted, stretching.

"But I don't much mind being called that."

It beat monster any day of the week.

"Selfish," Triela repeated. Then grinned. "That's not so bad. And sounds like it might be fun."

"Totally fun," Ino agreed. "Flying on top of the world 'cause you're the one callin' the shots."

"But only when it doesn't really matter?" Triela suggested.

"Well, yeah," Ino said, eyes amused. "Isn't that the same with any in my position?"

Triela snorted in amusement. "Good point."

"I do got brains, after all," she laughed. "I use 'em."

"Brains and beauty and all that stuff."

She laughed.

"Practically perfect in every way, don't you know."

"Huh... I think you may be confusing yourself with me, there," Triela teased.

"Nooo," she denied. "Totally no mistake on my part!"

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