Room 504, Sunday Morning

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Ino had flowers! Ino was being an absolute dork over them as she went about trying to arrange them just so and giggling at the note that Zack had left her with the flowers from him. She had the radio broadcast playing as she paid an absent sort of attention to it.

She was all pleased that he'd actually looked up the meanings of the flowers before sending them out. And they were friends, so he'd been right about the weir--

Ino blinked at the radio.

Date? Her and Zack? What?

"We're just friends!" she protested, covering her eyes briefly and giggling madly.

... She'd probably be giggling as she fussed with her flowers for quite awhile, yes. They were just friends! Really!

It was a very giggly morning, all things considered.

[Open door, open post, sure!]

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[intraspective]

"Never!"

It was a valiant cry of protest as she discovered that, really, SOLDIER uniforms were a lot harder to tickle someone through than her t-shirt and leggings. Unfair.

Still laughing, though, so really it wasn't that unfair. Her fingers found her pillow and her eyes lit up as she whacked it at his head again.

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And once again, the pillow hit straight and true, and Zack let out a squeak of protest of his own in response to his second good whomping of the morning.

Not to be deterred, he was going to take this as a sign to move on!

... Or to fall off the bed, laughing.

[intraspective]

Ino just lay on her bed for a moment, trying to get her laughter under control before rolling on her stomach to grin down at him on the floor.

"I think I won that round."

[puppy_fair]

Zack, staring up at her from the flat of his back, was inclined to agree.

"This round totally goes to you," he agreed. "But next time, Ino. Next time..."

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"Next time you'll lose even more?" she asked, amused. And maybe rolling off her bed to flop on him a bit. Shut up. He was comfy looking down there.

"Does that mean you'll answer my question so the score actually is even?" Hmmm?

Ino, stop that. That's mean. You already know the answer.

[puppy_fair]

"The score is totally already even," Zack insisted, with a small oof while she settled on top of him. "You evened it out by hitting me with the pillow."

A beat.

"Twice!"

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"You tickled me," she protested mildly. "My sides are going to hurt from laughing. You deserved the pillow whacking."

[puppy_fair]

"And the first time?"

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"For saying we were even when we weren't," she decided.

Because it had totally been because Ino hadn't wanted to admit to why she'd picked her flowers.

[puppy_fair]

"Well, then you're more than welcome to tell me what burgundy means, in order to even out the score," Zack decided.

While pinned to the floor underneath Ino. Because he was brilliant that way.

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Ino pursed her lips thoughtfully.

"You have to say your flowers first."

Beauty was far less embarrassing than admitting an infatuation, right?

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"Never!"

And now, they were even.

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She sighed.

Rested her head against his chest. "Fine then," Ino decided, "but I'm not moving from here and you can't make me."

He was comfy, shut up.

[puppy_fair]

"I can't, huh?"

He didn't sound too broken up about that, really. He smiled up at the ceiling, shifting around just enough to slip his arms under his head.

"Not even if I offer to buy you lunch later?"

Not right now, of course. Right now, he was going to be comfy, and she was going to be immobile, and that worked just fine for him.

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She could listen to his heart beat this way. Ino closed her eyes and smiled.

"Lunch, huh?" Ino said. "I might be convinced to move for lunch."

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"Good," Zack decided, closing his own eyes and heaving a content sigh. "Then you can wake me up at lunchtime."

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Her laugh was soft.

"Okay," Ino said quietly. "We'll do that."

He wouldn't mind, right, if she took a nap as well? Her eyes were already closed.