Room 504, Thursday Evening

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Ino had whined at her dad until he'd sent her weapons catalogues, and getting a lengthy lecture on how she wasn't to take up anything that would have her neglect her other studies (ha, as if) and was sprawled out in her favourite jammies flipping idly through the magazines and pausing on a page that detailed some of the types of unbreakable wires they had.

Interesting, she admitted, making a note to go back and maybe get some more wire later, but really, she needed a weapon that was better for close range.

Humming idly along to Ikimono-gakari, she flipped the next page, and kicked her feet idly. It was totally a nice relaxing way to spend an evening. Dorky music and weapons—how better?

[Ooopen door and post, yes.]

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Ino lifted her shoulders slightly.

"Pretend it's a mission and you've got to get it done right the whole time?"

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"Missions," Triela said snippily, "make sense."

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"Missions are whatever you're paid to do," she said airily. "They only make as much sense as the orders do."

Which was anything from a lot of sense to, well, none.

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"Our missions always make sense. Sometimes they're stupid, but at least there's logic behind them."

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Ino's lips twitched.

"All the logic you need is 'this is what you have to do'," she pointed out.

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Triela snorted. "That's not logic. That's Conditioning." Which was why she was going to do the job, even if she didn't like it.

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"I don't got no Conditioning," Ino answered. "And I do the job, even if it's dumb."

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"Actually, that's one of the things I've learned here: everyone has conditioning." Triela shrugged loosely. "Not the same kind I have, of course, but... something similar."

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"That's called 'culture'," Ino said dryly. "And 'tradition'."

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"Whatever," Triela waved a hand almost dismissively. "It results in the same thing."

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Ino tilted her head at that.

"But people can say no to culture and tradition."

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Triela lifted an eyebrow ever so slightly. "When was the last time you did?"

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Ino raised one eyebrow back at her.

"Does it matter?" she asked. "It's not a matter of actively defying things so much as being who you are anyway."

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That drew a tiny smirk, as if Triela had just scored a point at... something. "I suppose," she allowed. "But who I am thinks modeling class is terrible."

The scowl was back.

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Ino's laugh that time was soft.

"You still going to do it, though?"

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"Of course." Triela aimed a 'that's a silly question' look at Ino. "Orders are orders."

Fortunately she didn't have orders not to complain. (Not whine, of course. Triela never whined.)

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Yes, yes. Of course she didn't.

"What else is up with you, then?" Ino asked idly.

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"I'm having to spend a lot of extra time on the range to get used to these." She gestured at her chest in frustration. Triela's semester was mostly a pain, apparently.

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"How's that workin' for you?" Ino asked, curious. "At least the range is something better than the clothing?"

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"It's still... odd. And the heels." She sighed. "I'm still not up to par." And that was the most frustrating part of all to a perfectionist like Triela.

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"Practise, practise, practise," Ino laughed at that. "If you want company in the range, I can come sometimes? I've been practising a bit more at work."

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"That'd be cool." Triela looked over at Ino. "You should join gun club, you know."

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"It's never on a day that's good for me," she complained lightly. "I'm a busy girl!"

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"Oh, I see how it is," Triela teased. "Everything else has priority over gun club."

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She gave that laugh. "Oh come on, you know I can be at the range any time I think of it. I ain't much of one for clubs anyway, you know?"