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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[intraspective]

"Hurley," she sighed. "Are you seriously keepin' it from her?"

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"She knows about... some of it?" Hurley said, definitely sounding like he'd been called on the carpet.

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"What does she know 'bout?" Ino asked patiently.

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"Well, she was here after Grandpa Tito's funeral," Hurley said. "So, she knew some of the bad stuff that happened."

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"Okay," Ino said slowly, "but you didn't tell her 'bout the numbers?"

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"I didn't realize it was the numbers until today," Hurley said. "I'd just thought it was bad luck, but now... It's gotta be a curse."

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"Why do you know it's the numbers now?" Ino asked, frowning and tugging her plush ninja up to her chest.

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"My accountant," Hurley said. "He asked me where I'd gotten the numbers from, today. And it just sort of clicked in my head. I gotta go ask Leonard, maybe he knows something. There's something about the numbers, there's gotta be."

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"Will you let me know 'bout what Leonard says?" Ino asked quickly.

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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?"

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