Room 504, Thursday Evening

[intraspective]

So, once upon a time Ino was pretty sure Romeo had made her promise to tell him about anything crappy happening on the island before someone else did. Which explained the message she left for him.

… Four days late, sure, but she was trying here.

Leaving her door open, Ino was sprawled out on her bed and scribbling into a notebook she'd started working through on Tuesday. Writing down every little thing she could remember about Jenova, what she knew about Jenova from other sources (well, Elena and Reno), and what she could guess about her from—being her for a weekend.

Ino wasn't sure what purpose there was in it, really, except for the fact that—

This way she'd know her new shiny fear as inside and out as she could.

[Open door, open post!]

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[withoutverona]

//Because of that,// Romeo agreed. And managed not to pout.

"I have to talk to Yurika and you should finish that thread," he said. "You're welcome either Saturday and Sunday or next Wednesday and Thursday, though, if you really must not miss classes. I'd be a bad role model if I encouraged such."

Romeo knew exactly how absurd the idea of himself as a role model was.

[intraspective]

"Depends on what kind of role model I was looking for," she said, smiling softly. "But I'll let you get away with that comment--just 'cause you listened to me being moody."

[withoutverona]

"I didn't feel like I was of much help at all," Romeo admitted. "Call anytime."

[OOC: Night! We can coordinate her visit OOC tomorrowish?]

[intraspective]

"You were," she promised. "You've got no idea how much."

He'd offered her an ear to speak to and some place to escape to--how could that not count as help?

[Sleep well! And absolutely!]