Room 504, Monday Evening
Aug. 16th, 2010 07:07 pmThe nice thing about playing with a puppy for most of the day was that, once she’d gotten back to their room, Zack had conked out fast and hard in a pile of limbs and fuzzy ears on the edge of their bed. Which meant that, until he woke up, she had the freedom to think and do what she wanted to.
Which, tonight, was a matter of finishing her e-mails. It was the matter of seconds to actually send them after proofing them one more time, and then Ino just leaned back against the headboard and frowned thoughtfully, absently toying with her hair.
It was weird, now, to not have something to write as a goal. ‘Sending out the e-mails’ had been a good way to have something to focus on that made her feel like she wasn’t going to suffocate under her worries.
Nothing to stop that now.
[Ooopen door, open post, yes!]
Which, tonight, was a matter of finishing her e-mails. It was the matter of seconds to actually send them after proofing them one more time, and then Ino just leaned back against the headboard and frowned thoughtfully, absently toying with her hair.
It was weird, now, to not have something to write as a goal. ‘Sending out the e-mails’ had been a good way to have something to focus on that made her feel like she wasn’t going to suffocate under her worries.
Nothing to stop that now.
[Ooopen door, open post, yes!]
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Date: 2010-08-17 12:32 am (UTC)"I just... I thought it wouldn't happen again," Ino said, her voice tiny. "And then it did and it was worse and the only thing that made it better was that we weren't there for months and months."
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Date: 2010-08-17 12:34 am (UTC)She remembered all too well what it had been like in the past - finally giving up on getting home, making a whole new life, and then losing that too.
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Date: 2010-08-17 12:43 am (UTC)Probably because they had lives and she'd e-mailed them just a little while ago. Ino knew that.
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Date: 2010-08-17 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-17 12:53 am (UTC)"I forgot," Ino said quietly. "Sorry about that--was your birthday a good one?"
It was something to think about that wasn't disastrous. Ino was okay with that.
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Date: 2010-08-17 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-17 01:07 am (UTC)Not the healthiest coping method around, no, but it was her favourite.
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Date: 2010-08-17 01:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-17 01:19 am (UTC)"He's still got limits," Ino replied. "He should be careful--you make more mistakes if you're tired."
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Date: 2010-08-17 01:38 am (UTC)Probably not the best topic to think of right this instant.
"But we didn't," she said firmly, ignoring that Bart had.
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Date: 2010-08-17 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-17 01:43 am (UTC)"Did you--want to come over? For a few days?"
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Date: 2010-08-17 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-17 01:49 am (UTC)She was easy that way, when it came to seeing a friend.
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Date: 2010-08-17 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-17 01:55 am (UTC)"I'd like that," she said softly. "I'll meet you at the Causeway?"
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