Room 504, Saturday Evening (pre-dance)

[intraspective]

Clearly they'd had to use the fact that there was a dance that evening to wander back to the dorms, right?

In some ways it wasn't as poor an excuse as it sounded, really, considering that both of their outfits were at to the dorms, hanging in her closet (they really would have to do a bit of rearranging, in that case, if he wanted his own closet—two years of her room being just hers meant that, well, her stuff had taken over).

Never mind the fact that it was also an excuse to just hang around each other. Ino peered at the mirror as she applied her minimal makeup for the evening.

"How're you coming along?"

Yes, she could've turned around and seen, but really asking was likely to be more entertaining.

[For that boy!]

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[puppy_fair]

"Between you and me? I'm not really a big fan of normal pockets, here," Zack decided, watching her attempt to smoothen out the tie. "I can't bring, like, anything with me. Except for maybe my wallet, I guess."

Poor Mr. Winkles would have to go into his cage for the evening, to do... whatever it was that sweet, innocent, adorable little gerbils did.

Plot to murder, most likely.

[intraspective]

Plot her murder, most likely. He'd already tried it once!

Ino eyed the tie dubiously. It wasn't going to get much smoother without ironing it or steaming it. Eh, good enough.

Some of the wrinkles were gone anyway. "That's 'bout all most carry with them," she pointed out. "You wanna wear this?"

The poor wrinkled tie.

[puppy_fair]

Zack eyed the tie. It was ... certainly a tie. It had seen better days, he supposed, but so had most of his clothing.

"Well, it does complete the suit," he noted. "So I probably should, right?"

If he didn't, people might think he was trying to dress up like that weird red-headed Turk who taught at the school.

[intraspective]

"You'll just lose the tie at some point this evening," she predicted, reaching up to begin tying it on for him.

He'd lose it because she'd steal it from him.

[puppy_fair]

But he'd still look good!

"You really think I'm that disorganized? I manage to go around all the time without losing bits of my uniform, you know."

This was because his uniform was specifically designed to stay put. And not many people tried to pull the clothing off of a guy whose sword was bigger than they were, unless he wanted them to.

Rawr.

[intraspective]

"Not that you're disorganized," she protested and see, she was going to just steal a kiss while tying that tie. Ino could multitask!

And then fix that tie up after the kiss, yes. She wasn't perfect here.

"But that clever hands go a long way." Mmmm, yeah.

[puppy_fair]

Oooh, kisses. Zack didn't mind one way or the other how scruffy his tie looked if there were going to be kisses involved. And clever hands? Those were always a bonus, too!

...

Wait.

"At the dance?"

She was going to undress him at the dance?

[intraspective]

"The tie," she clarified, smoothing her hands over it. "Maybe a few buttons. That'll be your cue that I want to leave."

You know, so she could continue undressing him.

[puppy_fair]

... Oooooooh.

"I can live with that," Zack decided. Because... heck yes he could live with it. And he'd probably be rushing her the heck out the door by that point, now that she'd informed him what the cue was for. "Think we're almost ready, then?"

To get there? Because the sooner they got there, the sooner she could take off his tie so they could leave again.

[intraspective]

She gave his tie one last pat, and stepped away from him. Ino gave him a long once-over and then double-checked her own appearance.

"I think we're ready," she said, smiling at him. "Shall we?"

[puppy_fair]

"Let's," Zack agreed, holding out his arm the way he'd seen gentlemen do a million times on television for the ladies to take their elbows.

It seemed like the thing to do, since they were both all dolled up after all.

"To the Dance."