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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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.

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And she was perfectly happy to have him that way. Growing up in a ninja village did tend to have an effect on your perceptions after all, and wiry was fine by her.

Tea probably took a little longer than it should've because they couldn't do anything simply and because there was no real need to hurry, but eventually they made it back to her room. With tea.

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Mmm. Tea. Kabuto was happy with tea, yes. It was warm, which counteracted the cold damp hair against his back. Kabuto much preferred warm.

"This was a good idea," he commented.

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"The tea? The following me back to my room? Or ambushing me with snow?" Ino grinned at him, setting her tea on her desk and grabbing up her hairbrush to deal with her tangles before dealing with his. Letting it dry would just make it worse.

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"All of the above?" Kabuto asked, shrugging slightly. "It's more entertaining than sitting behind the bar with Musubi." For a moment, Kabuto wished he had a kunai. His fingers itched to do something.

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She flicked a little origami flower at him. If he looked around the room he'd see that there were quite a few paper flowers in various colours scattered about. Ino hadn't gotten around to deciding what to do with them yet. "I'm glad to provide you with some form of entertainment, I suppose."

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Kabuto caught the flower, his eyes lighting up with sudden glee. "You always do," he told her absently, unfolding the paper. Biting his index finger, he scrawled symbols on the paper in blood and refolded it quickly. "Much better."

He tossed the little paper flower into the air, grinning as it exploded in a small puff of smoke.

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Well, she probably should've expected that. "I guess it's true what they say about boys liking things that explode." Well, so did she, but hush. Ino tossed another at him, and continued brushing her hair, "Except when you're more interested in a book?" Ino asked dryly.

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"Books are more entertaining," Kabuto agreed, "But that's obvious." He picked up the next hapless flower for a repeat performance of the first. Nevermind that he was writing in his own blood. That was commonplace for ninja.

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And really, it was just a little blood. Hardly worth mentioning. Ino's eyes narrowed slightly, though she still smiled, and after taking a sip of her tea she wandered over to him hairbrush in hand.

"Why not bring a book to work then?" Though that'd make it really boring for her if she visited. She set to work on his tangles.

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Kabuto's fingertips healed very quickly. They were used to the abuse. His head was too, just not to much, especially when Ino's brush his a particularly stubborn knot. "...Ow." Kabuto lips quirked in a half-smile. "Are you trying to hurt me?"

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"Do you want me to?" Ino asked 'innocently'. "'Cause I can totally wield this hairbrush with more might." She hadn't meant to, but really, sometimes Kabuto acted like a baby. It was just a snag.

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Hair-pulling tended hurt quite a bit. Kabuto looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I thought you weren't into that?"

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"When did I say that?" She didn't get it, but Ino hadn't ever done anything to really know if she was or wasn't into most things. And she knew Kabuto liked pain.

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"You said you'd do it more," Kabuto pointed out. "Why offer if you wouldn't do it?"