Room 504, Sunday Evening
Aug. 8th, 2010 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intraspectiveIf you asked Ino the steps that had been involved in getting her from the lobby to her room and being clean for the first time in days… Ino wouldn't have been able to answer you.
At the moment she was more consumed with toying with the edge the over-sized shirt she normally slept in (it was soft and clean and the room was clean and smelled like flowers and Zack was there and and and) and leaning against Zack.
She knew she should… say something. Or do something. Her hair desperately needed to be brushed out.
But she was just going to take a bit before thinking that far ahead was plausible and, at the moment, just be.
That was okay, wasn't it?
[For that boy.]
At the moment she was more consumed with toying with the edge the over-sized shirt she normally slept in (it was soft and clean and the room was clean and smelled like flowers and Zack was there and and and) and leaning against Zack.
She knew she should… say something. Or do something. Her hair desperately needed to be brushed out.
But she was just going to take a bit before thinking that far ahead was plausible and, at the moment, just be.
That was okay, wasn't it?
[For that boy.]
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Date: 2010-08-09 01:23 pm (UTC)She didn't have anything else to say other than a mind-murmured 'I love you' again, as Ino lay against him and slowly, without even realizing it, drifted from being awake to falling into a deep, boneless sleep.
It was safe, here.
It was okay.