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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[intraspective]

The wording of that made her frown. She filed it away for more thought.

Good enough, for now, to know that Zack wasn't going to fight them.

"Yes," she said sourly, "the guy who needs to believe he's Zack. Right."

[raspberryturk]

"Right," Reno agreed, and if there was anything in her tone that bothered him, he sure as heck wasn't letting it show in his own. It was back to that same constant, lazy drawl that he always used, interspersed with occasional pauses to take another puff from his cigarette. "I don't think there's even a way to explain all that so that it makes sense. Just, that's the way it's gotta be, because that guy's the only one who can take on Sephiroth an' make it stick."

Well. Mostly stick. It kinda un-stuck last year, and that had sucked, but then Cloud made it stick again. Thank you, Cloud.

Jerk.

[intraspective]

Ino's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, had been for quite some time, actually.

"Reno?" That was lilting, deliberately toying with the word. "Thanks."

And then she hung up on him.

[raspberryturk]

Reno raised an eyebrow and looked at his phone, frowning deeply and then giving his cigarette one last deep puff before throwing it to the ground.

There were monsters to kill.

There was a city to try to put together.

He'd worry about this conversation later. And maybe send Ino cranky text messages back, then, too.