Room 504, Sunday Late Morning

[intraspective]

"Oh, come on!"

Ino glared at her reflection. There were still faint blue streaks in her hair, despite her best efforts at getting the paint out. A.J. was so dead when she caught up with him again.

Her door was open a crack, but Ino hadn't noticed. She was much more occupied with her hair.

"This isn't fair!"

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Annette hopped up off the floor, grinning at her. "You are so smart. But... I guess I better go now. I haven't been able to leave Angel for too long at a time as she thinks the gifts under the tree are hers." She headed for the door. "See you later! And... don't worry about the blue. It's not so bad!"