Room 504, Sunday Morning

[intraspective]

Ino was busy.

If you could call having cranked the music up with her door wide open and cross-legged on her bed reading busy.

(Ino was also inconsiderate of her neighbours and their sleeping in habits, yes.)

And reading was busy even if it was simply the same information she was pouring over in an attempt to glean new details from (so far: not working) and giving her something to look at while she struggled to come up with something to say to the e-mail she'd gotten on Tuesday. She needed to answer it, but it made her feel like crying, so she wasn't. Happy thoughts only. At least for the moment.

One thing, she thought with a sigh. All she wanted was one thing that was simple.

... she could go get a hot chocolate. That was about as simple as it got. Hmmm.

[Oooopen door and post.]

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[intraspective]

She nudged him with her foot.

"We'd get our asses killed, most likely," Ino decided. "Though it'd be kinda funny if that's how it happened. Imagine that report."

But who would be giving that report?

[puppy_fair]

"We'd have to bring somebody along with a camera," Zack decided. "Just to film us and laugh."

And then to run like hell when the SOLDIER and the Ninja both ended up kicking the bucket as a result of their wacky shenanigans.

[intraspective]

"And someone who doesn't care too much," Ino pointed out. "Or else we'd have to listen to them telling us over and over that it's a stupid idea. We know that."

And yet, they'd still do it.

[puppy_fair]

"I bet if we got Kunsel drunk enough, he'd do it!"

That was what best buddies within SOLIDER were for!

[intraspective]

"Just not so drunk that he can't run properly. The running is important!"

[puppy_fair]

"We can stick him into some sprint shoes," Zack laughed. "They look really dumb, but they're awesome for running away."

[intraspective]

"Think you could convince him of that?" Ino asked, grinning over at him.

[puppy_fair]

Zack tilted his head for a moment, looking good and thoughtful.

"If he was drunk enough to think that filming us trying to put a tomato cage on a Malboro was a good idea? Probably." A pause. "Of course, sprint shoes might just means that he ends up running straight into walls, really quickly."

[intraspective]

"Would there be walls where we'd find the Malboro?" Ino asked. She didn't know. She knew roughly what a Malboro was and that it was about a million years out of her league but...

[puppy_fair]

"Either walls, or sheer drops from rocky cliff faces, usually," Zack agreed, nodding a little. "Or a bit of both. Both is totally possible, too. The one that I've run into on missions so far was in this underground cavern thing."

[intraspective]

"Ooooh." Ino looked thoughtful. "Might not be such a smart idea to get him drunk then..."

[puppy_fair]

"He'd have a loooong way to drop," Zack agreed. "And since we'd both be all dead, we wouldn't be able to get him."

A pause.

"Of course, SOLDIER are pretty good at surviving really long drops, too."

[intraspective]

"Still," she said, lips twitching. "Think of what he'd land on. There could be spikes at the bottom of the drop. Ow."

Owww.

[puppy_fair]

"He'd get better!"

... What? He'd totally just nap that off in an inn somewhere. Wasn't that how it worked?

[intraspective]

"Zack!" Ino was laughing though. "But seriously!"

[puppy_fair]

"If we were being serious, here, we totally wouldn't be talking about crowning Malboros," Zack pointed out, leaning over and giving her a shoulder-bump. "Or is that something that you've got your heart set on, now?"

[intraspective]

"What if I do have my heart set on it?" Ino asked, peering through her eyelashes at him. "What would you say?"

Note: she didn't.

[puppy_fair]

"I guess I would have to say my goodbyes to people before we go," he laughed, shaking his head. "Man-oh-man, Ino. That would be rough."

[intraspective]

"But we'd be together forever!" she said, falling back and looking tragic. "It'd be romantic."

And then she was giggling like a fiend.

[puppy_fair]

"But first we'd totally turn all green and woozy," Zack pointed out, laughing. "Malboro breath is bad. Like rotting fish and onions and... something really smelly that I couldn't put a finger on at the time."

Because he had been all busy being poisoned. By bad breath.

"Bad breath is totally not romantic!"

[intraspective]

"Says the man who thinks puppy breath is okay," she laughed. "I suppose that's true. We'd be better off perishing against something else in that case."

[puppy_fair]

"Something that smells better?" Zack laughed, thinking that one over. "We could make a chocobo angry. You totally don't want to see a chocobo angry."

Angry chocobos were like adorable, feathery death on two spindly legs.

[intraspective]

"I don't want to get one angry," Ino said dreamily. "I want to keep one for my own. So cute!"

She could have a chocobo chick!

[puppy_fair]

"I'd summon Mr. Chocho again, but I'm totally not going to try to march him out of here a second time," Zack laughed. "I like breathing."

[intraspective]

Ino giggled and glanced at him.

"How 'bout a baby chocobo?" she tried. "Like, super teeny Mr. Chocho?"