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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"I'll tell you, I promise," Hurley said. "I'll call when I get the--my mom's coming home, I gotta go. I'll call you later, okay?"

[intraspective]

"Okay," she said, worried. "Take care, okay? I'll talk to you in a little bit."