intraspective | Room 504 to Outside The Dorms, Monday Crazy-Early Morning (4:00 am)

Ino	There was an arm sprawled across her stomach, keeping her close to the other warm body on the bed and Ino… was neither particularly surprised nor dismayed by the presence of it. That was rather routine after all. She burrowed in closer, snuggling for all she was worth and tried to pretend her internal clock wasn't telling her it was time to get up. What wasn't routine, however, was remembering spending the weekend as a kid. Zack had been too, of course, and Ino had to stifle a grin when she remembered that the only reason he'd been allowed to 'sleepover' was because he'd come back the night before with Mister Chocho. … Wait. She could hear something moving around. Had Mister Chocho made it through the whole weekend? Ino shifted, sleepily blinking her eyes open and… found herself face-to-face with a fully-grown chocobo. Who regarded her with indignation writ large across his beaky face. "Wark," he informed her, rather distinctly not pleased. Ino elbowed Zack. This was, clearly, a problem for him to deal with. Before the grown-up version of Mister Chocho decided to stomp them. "Zack," she hissed, "get up. Now." Because there was a giant freakin' bird in her bedroom. They had a problem here.
Zack	Zack blinked awake. Slowly. That kind of painfully-slow sort of blinking awake that happened only on Monday mornings when there was a work shift in a few hours, and he could absolutely sleep in until then if only it meant that the sugar crash would go away. It wasn't. But he was awake now, and so he was sitting up and rubbing his eyes, more than a little muzzy as he murmured something along the lines of "wh's goin'on, Ino?" Another firm Wark had him waking up decidedly more quickly. "Oh, shi-" "Kweh."
Ino	"Does that answer your question?" she murmured, wriggling so that she was as far as possible from the beak Mister Chocho had on him now (decidedly more dangerous looking than the one he'd had while being wee). There was a sort of grumbling noise from chocobo. Ino froze. Okay, if he didn't like her moving they were going to have issues. "Wark?" she tried, hoping that wasn't going to get her beakinated. Maybe it would think she was saying hello! "Do something, Zack. Where're we supposed to put it now?" What were they supposed to do? It was not living in her room. No matter what her weeself had thought. Especially when it didn't look happy to see them.
Zack	"Okay, it's okay, I've got this," Zack said, edging his way sloooowly and carefully out of bed. The bird eyed him, more than a little discontent. "Niiice chocobo. Good chocobo? I don't have any greens, but I could probably get some for you if you follow me?" He was sort of hoping and praying that the bird could fit through the door. At least it was standing up and trailing after him, though. All seven feet of it, from talon to beak. Oh, gods. He was going to die today, wasn't he?
Ino	Yeah, Ino was just going to give a strangled sort of whimpering laugh as she watched this. There was no way she could just... let Zack be the one to figure it out but at the same time... It was so, so tempting. "Maybe if we sing to him?" she asked dubiously, oh so carefully sliding out of bed and trying to stay out of the way of the giant grumpy chicken. And trying to pretend that her plants were going to desperately need help after this. Look, her room just wasn't big enough now for him. Her plants were getting knocked over with the accompanying sound of shattering pottery. It was not a good day to be a bit of green in Ino's room. "It's okay," she said soothingly to the bird. More of a croon. "We'll take care of you." Please don't kill them?
Zack	Zack's hand was grasping for the doorknob, now, and he was backing his way slooowly into the hallway. Slooowly. In his boxer shorts. They were his idea of PJs, since he was no longer five. "If you want, I can take you down to the stables? Plenty of fresh hay to lay down in, and we can get you some Gysahl greens. I'll just call Kunsel, and he can ship some out. You'd like that, right? Or maybe some apples? I bet there are plenty of apples around here..." He wasn't about to stop babbling nonsense to the bird, no. At least it seemed to be calming down a little. It probably helped that the chocobo was well aware that Zack was trying not to turn tail and run like hell at the moment. The boy could take on dragons and gods, but there was something about Big Bird's evil twin that had an entirely different effect on a guy, here. With another 'wark,' Mister Chocho attempted to push his way through the door and into the hallway after Zack.
Ino	"I'll get apples," she said quickly, ingoring the fact she was in an over-sized shirt and panties. Shit, she'd been sleeping outside in the same for a good while, it didn't matter. ... "As soon as he gets out of the room." He seemed to be... stuck. "Kweh." And that sounded very much dismayed. "Um. Zack?"
Zack	"Don't tell me that," Zack groaned, from his side of the somewhat jammed-in bird. "Can you maybe... I don't know, give him a shove or something?"
Ino	"I didn't sign up for death-by-bird," she muttered, approaching the chocobo's behind dubiously. ... "What if it kicks?" Ow ow ow. Stop being pathetic, Ino.
Zack	"I've got the end with the beak," Zack noted, pointedly. "And I don't think his feet go back that way, anyhow. If it kicks, it'll probably be at me." There, wasn't that wholly reassuring? Zack stepped forward, making cooing sounds under his breath. "Hey there, Mister Chocho... We're just going to help you through the door, okay? So you'll be a good chocobo, right?" The bird eyed him warily, making a mental note that this boy was the same one who had been carting it around all weekend under one arm. But it let Zack lay a hand on its beak nevertheless. It would take the boy's arm off if he tried any funny business, though.
Ino	"You're the big, tough SOLDIER," she replied, and that was mostly teasing because, well... Hopefully it wouldn't consider Ino's shoving it to be funny business. "I am so sorry," she told Mister Chocho. "But you really need to slim down a bit." It was hardly the chocobo's fault, really, that the doors weren't made for him to go through. She knew that, she did. She was still going to complain as she leaned her weight into the shove. See? She was helping. And bracing herself for an attack all at the same time.
Zack	The chocobo's response was mostly a disgruntled 'kweh,' and a light warning peck against the side of Zack's head. A light peck from a chocobo was enough to make Zack's eyes cross for a moment, but he was going to persevere, here. It was, after all, his fault that there was a giant chicken trapped in the dorms. Once again, his hand went to the bird's beak, and once again he was mumbling to the animal. "It's okay," he stressed. "We'll get you outside, and if you stick around, I'll get you some apples to make up for this, alright, buddy?" Idiots. Mister Chocho had been summoned by idiots. And his ruffled feathers indicated that he thought about as much. ... Right up until Zack started scratching him under the beak. Oooh, oh, right there. That was the good stuff... "Give him another push, Ino?"
Ino	Right. Ino narrowed her eyes at Mister Chocho's behind and then shoved with all her might and hoped that this wouldn't end in Zack losing his head because she'd pissed off a giant chicken. They were trying to save him. Really! On the bright side of things... Mister Chocho moved forward an inch, and then another...
Zack	And then another still, as Zack wrapped one arm around the bird's neck and attempted to pull on his side, still making certain to scratch it under the chin with his other hand the entire time. Because if that was what it took to keep from getting eaten by a wild summon, then by all means, he was going to do just that. Another pull, another inch, and then-- "KWEH!" ... The bird nearly fell over on Zack as it popped out from the doorframe. And now there was a boy in his underwear, a girl in a t-shirt and panties, and a very, very large chicken, all standing in the hallway. Silence hung between them for a moment. Now what? "I really, really hope he can handle stairs."
Ino	"If not," she said, daring to reach over and scratch the chocobo on the neck. "Then we're royally screwed. I don't think he'll let you carry him." Probably not, no. "No time like the present to try, though." To the stairs!
Zack	To the stairs! Zack looked at the chocobo. And then at the length of the hallway. And then at the chocobo again, who was seriously showing no sign of budging now that he was out of the room with all of the interesting greens in it. He twitched a small smile. "Man-oh-man," he sighed, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head a little. "You're not going anywhere until you get that stomp right, are you?" The bird warbled again. This noise sounded somewhat suspiciously like an affirmative. Zack sighed, gesturing toward the stairwell. And then, right there in his boxer shorts, he started to march. Or strut. Maybe it was more of a swagger. In any case, he looked like a total idiot doing so. But the thing was, the chocobo was doing it, too. Behold, the Chocobo Stomp.
Ino	... Ino was a bad person, right? Because the first thing she'd done when she'd realized what Mister Chocho wanted now was slip back into her room and grab her phone. To film this chocobo stomp. Zack in his underwear, a giant chicken in the hallway. A girl giggling her head off. "Very nice," she called approvingly. "Both of you." Yeah, no way was she going to do the stomp. Ever.
Zack	Ino was a horrible, horrible human being. And Zack would let her know as much by sticking out his tongue at her over his shoulder before he and the chocobo both leaped into the air, somersaulted while still airborne, and then disappeared beyond the stairs. Well, that was one floor down...
Ino	Ino's journey down the stairs was rather more leisurely as she made a stop by the common room to grab some apples and pears. Fruit was good, yes. Bouncing down the stairs until she caught up with them, Ino stuck her tongue back out at Zack. "Show off," she accused.
Zack	"If I'm going to make myself look like a total idiot, I better be doing it in style," Zack laughed, resting his hand on the bird's beak again. Mister Chocho seemed to be a good deal more amiable now that they were nearly outside. "Can you do us a favor and get the doors? At least these ones, he should be able to fit through." Yes, he was totally going to lead the bird outside while wearing his underpants. At least it was still stupidly, ridiculously early in the morning, and not too many people were likely to be awake. He hoped.
Ino	Please, it was barely even after four in the morning. Not many were going to be up at all. "Hai hai," she said, slipping past them, and opening the door. It was nice out, thank goodness, as she stood just outside the dorms, holding the door open, and contemplating the fact that cement was rather cold when your feet were bare and the sun wasn't up yet.
Zack	One last chocobo stomp it was, then, and Zack led him through the doors and outside. Ah, freedom! Mister Chocho then backtracked a little, pausing by Ino and opening its beak wide. And waiting. It had seen the food, thank you. Please, insert fruit here.
Ino	"You're silly," she told the chocobo fondly. It was a lot easier to be fond of the thing now that they weren't in immediate threat of him stomping or kicking or pecking them. And neatly dropped a pear into Mister Chocho's open beak. Before he got angry again.
Zack	Zack crossed his arms, leaning up against the other side of the doorframe with a smile. "You're not really going to hang around here, are you? I don't think Gysahl greens even grow here, buddy." The chocobo considered this after swallowing his pear, and then he let out another "Kweh" of agreement. This place was an interesting way to spend a weekend, sure, but he was a summon, and summons didn't tend to stick around to see how the end of the battle went. And there hadn't even really been a battle, unless you counted that thing with the kid with the squirt gun. And so, with a leap in the air and then a few laps in a circle around nothing in particular, he turned and took off, running back into the great unknown. Or, rather, across the island, across the Causeway, and back to Gaia where he properly belonged.
Ino	"I'm going to miss him," she said, watching him go. Then her eyes sparkled as she gave Zack a long evaluating sort of look. "Though the view ain't bad, anyhow." It was a rather nice view, yes.
Zack	Zack, at least, had the good grace to blush like hell before pushing off from the doorframe and turning to head back inside. "I can summon him again any time," he noted. "Right now, I think I'll settle for putting some pants on."
Ino	Ino just laughed.

[Preplayed with the fabulous

puppy_fair. Not open for interaction with Ino or Zack, but totally open for reactions to the half-naked parade plus giant chicken if your character would be up and in the halls at the time. OOC is always shiny too!]