Room 504, Friday Afternoon

[intraspective]

After saying goodbye to Hannibal, Ino had wandered back to her room and, upon finding Zack out, had smiled slightly, determinedly, and went about making her own preparations. It was not really necessary to change her clothing into something she'd have worn out on the streets of Midgar—pink, frilly, short (because short she could fight in, and pink and frilly could be worked around and the entire thing made her look ridiculously harmless)—and brush her hair out so that it was a bit fluffier than normal. A tiny bit of make-up to make her eyes look larger and her lips poutier (and her head emptier).

None of that was necessary, no. And yet, in order to get properly into the role it was.

Ino closed her door, but didn't lock it. If Zack came back he'd be concerned by a locked door. Taking a seat at her desk and crossing her legs, Ino took a moment to center herself in order to properly play the role she wanted to here.

(Reno was going to be angry, she thought, then shoved it from her mind.)

Then, she picked up her phone and dialled a number that she wasn't, absolutely wasn't, supposed to have.

Another deep breath and she let an insipid smile cross her face as she waited for the phone to be picked up a world away.

[Primarily for the one on the other end of the line, though open if you want. Door closed.

ETA: That Ino is calling someone is FB, the topics and identity of who she's calling is NFB, please!]

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[puppy_fair]

There were a good many things that Tseng was expecting, today. The list of things that he was expecting included 'more trouble from AVALANCHE' and 'a headache,' and the odds were high that he'd be correct on both counts. He usually was.

But the list of things that he wasn't expecting was considerably smaller, and it included things like 'phone calls from strange phone numbers.' Which was the only reason that the phone rang twice, instead of once, while Tseng tangled with the momentary confusion brought on by the unknown.

And yet, all the same?

"Tseng."

That was 'hello.' Honest.