Room 504, Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

To say that Ino had been well pleased with her week was understating things more than a little, which meant that today (other than the brief period wherein 'today' had meant 'afternoon'' and she'd wound up talking to Squall), clearly, was a day meant for a) having chocolate and b) sprawling out on her bed in a tank top and shorts and playing with her new phone.

While her weetiny plush ninja rested beside her and, okay, she might've had her new Materia keeping her company on the bed as well. Shush. Don't judge her.

While she nibbled on chocolate and poked around the settings for her phone. The wallpaper, at least, was totally staying.

[Open door, open post!]

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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley was not a happy camper when he dialed up Ino's number.

But he needed to talk to someone, and he didn't want to worry Hoshi about things.

So, he sat, waiting for Ino to pick up.

[puppy_fair]

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.