A Secluded Part of the Beach, Saturday Afternoon

[intraspective]

If Ino had to summarize the weekend so far, it'd be with words that were not really along the lines of 'amazing' and 'heartbreaking', no.

Her words were more along the lines of 'complicated' and 'awkward' and the constant feeling of being in the way. Which would be why she'd gotten very very good at excusing herself from—conversations where she felt like she was intruding. Zack didn't have much time with Angeal, after all.

She wasn't going to impinge or expect him to spend the time with her in that case. It was a little lonely, if she was honest. And more than a little depressing, since no one had shown up for her and she'd thought, maybe—

Well.

There was no use thinking about it. She'd been thinking about it too much as it was between drifting around the island and feeling peculiarly at odds with everything.

Which was why, when she'd gotten antsy enough for the third time that even her plants couldn't distract her, Ino had tracked down her spear and headed for a secluded area of the beach. Stepping out onto the water, she brought her weapon down and flung herself into a pattern dance.

Training. When in doubt, more training was always a good thing.

[Open for one, maybe two. And massive SP is seriously likely. ^^;]

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"Interesting," Angeal said. "Do you and Zack cross-train? You teach him how to best counteract a saboteur, and he buffs up your hand-to-hand?"

Learning new specialties was every bit as useful as knowing more weapons. Possibly more so.

[intraspective]

"Not a whole lot," she said, wrinkling her nose. "He doesn't like the idea of taking a shot at me."

He tried, she'd give him credit for that. But Ino knew his fighting well enough to tell the difference between him against her and him against everyone else.