Potato chips. Somewhere during the course of the evening, Zack had developed a hankering for some potato chips. And so he'd bit his happy Ino adieu, and he'd wandered off in search of them, a quest that had taken him off into town, because while he would eat a lot of things, the soggy stale things that he'd found in the common room were... not among them.
He was... probably understandably confused when his happy Ino was not as happy as she had been when he'd left, by the time he got back.
"Hey, Ino...? Are you okay?"
He'd brought her a bag, too, but they could probably wait.
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:26 am (UTC)He was... probably understandably confused when his happy Ino was not as happy as she had been when he'd left, by the time he got back.
"Hey, Ino...? Are you okay?"
He'd brought her a bag, too, but they could probably wait.