Room 504, Wednesday Late Night

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Ino was glad to be inside, where it was warm, and she stopped outside her door still wrapped in Kabuto's cloak and looked up at him. And had to laugh 'cause his glasses were still streaky from the snow she'd dumped on his face.

"You coming in?" Ino said hopefully. She wasn't tired yet, and his company was welcome.

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"If you want me to," Kabuto said, going slightly cross-eyed as he looked at the streaks on his glasses. "I don't suppose you have any glass cleaner?"

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She tugged him inside her room, "I don't think so? I mean, I've got stuff to wipe down mirrors and the like but I don't know if you can use that on glasses."

Ino slipped out of the cloak and folded it over the back of her chair.

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"Hmm...anything would work, probably," Kabuto told her. "It's not like I need them to see." He took his glasses off again, then pulled off his wet, cold overshirt. He wasn't really a big fan of being cold.

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She was already looking for her nightclothes, because yay, they'd be warm and dry. "True, I suppose." Ino still sounded dubious, "It's somewhere over that way. I think." Accompanied by vague gesture. The only place that was really neatly organized was her desk. See? She could so take good care of the books he was lending her.

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"Thank you." Kabuto found it and cleaned his glasses properly, then resumed stripping off wet clothing. Meaning shoes, and his other shirt. Because no, really, the pants stayed on. It wasn't like he'd fit into anything Ino had, anyway. "That's better."

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"Want to borrow the shirt I stole from you?" Ino asked, proving him wrong, while taking her hair out of its ponytail, "Not that I mind you shirtless or anything." She turned her back to him and quickly changed into her pajamas.

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"I don't need a shirt. I need pants. Unless you'd prefer me pants-less, as well?" Kabuto raised both eyebrows at her, affecting innocent surprise.

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Ino was so, so very glad he couldn't see how red her face was. Yay, for not facing him! "Keep your pants on!" There was a definite bit of spazzing. "And get a pair from your room if you need them so badly!"

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"I'm fine." Kabuto laid his wet clothes out flat so they'd at least dry somewhat, then sneaked up behind Ino and slid his arms around her waist. "Are you warmer, now?"

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She squeaked in surprise and looked down at his arms then up at him, "I'm good," Ino said, ignoring the fact that her fading blush was probably still noticable, "but you shouldn't be in wet clothing." Scolding crept into her voice. Yes, she was going to nag at him.

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"I'm not that wet," Kabuto argued genially, tightening his hold on Ino. "Besides, it's warm in here. And it's very hard to get me sick." Notice how he'd had to change that from 'impossible'. "Not from normal means." He smirked slightly as he kissed the base of Ino's neck.

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"You're trying to distract me," Ino said, leaning back against him and rolling her eyes, "and even if you can't get sick, I refuse to believe that you're comfortable in wet pants."

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"It's been worse before," Kabuto told her, not stopping on his distraction tactics. What? It usually worked.

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"Doesn't mean it should to be bad right now." Ino informed him, trying not to show that it was working. Damn him.

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Of course it was working. It always did. "So you want them off?" Kabuto teased, laughter in his voice.

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She blushed and elbowed him in the stomach, "I didn't say that!"

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"You implied it," Kabuto replied unrepentently. "It's really okay if you want me, Ino-san. It's perfectly normal."

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And there went the blushing thing again. "I didn't imply that!" She glared up at him, "And I do not want you!"

Not her. Really. Honest.

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"If you say so." Kabuto released Ino, walking over to her bed and climbing in. He wasn't really that wet. And blankets were warm.

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Ino just sorta stared at him as he made himself comfortable in her bed. "Just make yourself at home, then." Dryly. Nevermind that he was really easy on the eyes. She shook her head, "I'm going to go and quickly make some tea, do you want some?"

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"You want help in making it?" Kabuto asked helpfully, pulling the band out of his damp hair and shaking it out. It was cold against his back!

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"... if you really want to come? Sure." Ino said, "And I'm brushing your hair out later 'cause that's just sad." Come to think of it she needed to brush hers out too.

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Kabuto frowned at her. "It's not sad. It's just a little wet." He got up and linked his arm through hers. "Tea, then?"

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"It's tangled. That's what's sad." Ino totally didn't take a moment to admire his chest. Not her. She tugged him to the door, "Let's go, so we can come back."

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Kabuto was a little...well, not scrawny, but he was surely no bodybuilder. Wiry was a good word. Ninja tended toward a slighter build than non-ninja. Unless, of course, the ninja was an Akimichi. But he was perfectly happy to go out to make tea with Ino without bothering to put on a wet shirt back on.