Room 504, Wednesday Evening

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Zack was a dead man.

… Maybe.

When she got back to herself anyway. (Maybe.)

How dare he leave her trapped in their room? Ino was Most Displeased. As such, that clearly meant that he didn’t really need to know where she was since he wasn’t returning the favour at all. Hmph.

He’d never think to look where she’d wriggled into! Ino felt sure of that! Why would he? He already had a pair of boots on his feet! He didn't need his spare boots!

She felt quite pleased with herself: her current hiding place was clever, safe, and not obvious. As long as he didn’t notice the fact that every now and then the boot tended to… shift.

[For the boy first, but open after.]

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And when Zack got back from... you know, doing Zacky things, like getting something to eat for the both of them, he did kind of manage a bit of a confused frown as he looked around the room.

"Ino?"

He was sorry that he'd taken so long! He really had no idea what little piggies could and couldn't eat!

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He was back! He was back!

Was he worried yet? She scooted a little further back into the boot and pretended she'd heard nothing!

Nothing!

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Zack frowned thoughtfully, putting the bag of food, mostly salad, that he'd gotten down on the desk before getting down on his hands and knees.

"Man, Ino. Are you under the bed, or...?"

Apparently, little piggies were better at hiding than he had ever given them credit for. He was kind of worried.

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Mwahahaha. She was not under the bed! Or behind the plants.

Or in her knapsack either.

But all of her anticipation was making that poor boot wriggle just slightly.

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And, well, Zack couldn't stare under the bed conglomeration forever. Which meant that he caught that wriggling boot as he turned around, scratching at the back of his head.

Ah-ha!

"Where oh where could Ino be?" Because that was totally the most convincing question ever while he was trying to casually make his way to the boots, right? "She must be around here somewhere, I'm sure!"

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The boot stopped wriggling.

Ino had, evidently, heard him.

And was going to attempt to make herself smaller as she scrinched herself up and tried to hide entirely in the back of his boot.

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Had Ino ever been in a boot elevator? Because it was going up!

"Ino couldn't be in here, could she?"

Well, of course she was!

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She glowered up at him with indignation in her eyes. Tucking herself further into that boot.

He could put her down. So she could continue ignoring him.

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... Well, he could. But then he'd have an Ino in his boot, and nobody to help him eat dinner, and wouldn't that be sad?

"I guess I'm going to have to eat allll on my own," he said, going for mock-woe, now.

Don't make him give puppy-eyes to his boot, Ino. He'll do it.

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... food?

She was hungry, it had to be admitted.

That'd be Ino's wee nose and her eyes peeking out at him. Dubiously. He could be lying.

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Zack smiled at her, and then pointed the boot (and, by extension, Ino) toward the bag of foodthings that was sitting on the desk.

"Supper," he explained. "Mostly salad, but there's some chicken in there too, if you're up for it."

Obviously he wasn't. But he didn't want to feed Ino pork chops, and wasn't entirely certain if boars were carnivores or herbivores, so...

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He was a clever Zack, she allowed, wriggling far enough out that she could get a look. Well, a sniff.

Okay, that did smell like food. She'd like some food, please?

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See? Zack totally knew his way around indignant Inos. He held the boot over by the desk, smiling lopsidedly as he tilted it over so that she could get out.

"You're going to smell like foot for a month, you know."

Really, Ino. SOLDIER feet were not something that you wanted to be so thoroughly associated with, were they?

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On the bright side, they'd been his spares. Less stinky than his usual ones.

But yes, showering was going to be lovely.

In the meantime, Ino was going to sliiide out of the boot and look at him. Then peer over the edge. This wasn't the floor.

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Well, no. But Zack didn't really want to feed his girlfriend off of the floor. That kind of seemed unsanitary or something!

"So," he said, plowing onward by pulling out the various foodstuffs in the bag, "what would you like, first? Salad? Chicken? If I'm completely off-base, you'll have to let me know."

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Really, in this form she would eat carrion. Ino was quite happy to use her nose to go and sniff at the container with the chicken in it!

Look, she'd found it! Food!

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"Oh, good," Zack laughed. "More for me."

She was totally welcome to the chicken, Zack was going to make himself quite at home with his salad. Caesar! Totally the best kind ever!

... But without bacon bits. He could stomach bacon in small amounts, but he kind of figured it would be a bad move when in mixed company like this.

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... Yeah, that was a smart plan there.

Next time, if he brought her berries, she'd like that even more. Just so he knew. Though Ino was fairly sure that he wouldn't develop a sudden ability to read minds now unfortunately.

What was he eating? She wanted to go and see!

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He was eating deliciousness! Parmesan cheese and lettuce and dressing and croutons!

As a matter of fact, now seemed like an excellent time to dig out a crouton to offer to her. Did she like dried bread at all?

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Well, it was fairly boring, she decided after a few contemplative nibbles that had focused far more on the smidgens of dressing that had wound up on the crouton.

With a sulky sort of glance at him--boooring--she wandered back to her chicken.

Congratulations, Zack. Your supper has been rejected by a boar.

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... Well, more for Zack, after all, then!

"Okay, I think I can handle eating all of the boring stuff while you munch on chicken," he laughed, shaking his head.

His girlfriend was cute no matter what shape she was in, he'd decided. That was all there was to it!

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Somehow, Ino would not be surprised to learn that he thought such a thing.

Even if if would make her sigh.

Either way, wee little boars didn't really need to eat that much and soon enough she came back over to investigate what he was doing now. Was he still eating? Why? She was done and so he ought to be done.

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He ought to be done, true, because he had such a big yap and everything!

But... well... he had been a little busy grinning at the cute baby boar, and all.

"You don't want to go down on the floor already, do you?"

Yeah, he'd gotten entirely too much chicken. Oops.

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At least he could stick the chicken in the fridge and let some other student go for it? All unaware that a baby boar at been at it first... er.

Maybe not.

Ino sniffed at his arm and then, deciding he was forgiven (had been, truly, when he'd gotten her food) peered over the edge of the desk towards his lap.

She could sleep there? But that meant he was going to have to move her, unless he wanted her to fall off the table deliberately...

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It was an easy enough move to make! There was very little Ino, after all, and a whole lot of lap!

Zack gave her a little grin before gingerly picking her up from the top of the desk, and then setting her down on top of his legs.

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Yay, lap!

She padded around it for a little bit, snuffling at his clothing--yes, still her Zack--before curling up and yawning a wee yawn.

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"Awwwwwwwwwwww."

... No, he couldn't help it. She looked so tiny and comfy and cute! And she was all warm and snuggly and awwwww. At this rate, she was going to put him to sleep, too.

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Sleep, unfortunately, was not in the cards.

As one moment Ino was drowsing on his lap as a boar, relatively content with her world as it was and then next--

Well.

Let us note that laps by desks that were perfectly good for baby boars were not adequate spaces for teenaged girls. Especially not naked ones.

And her head was making it's displeasure known about her cracking it on the desk.

"Ow."

... Not very exciting, for a first word back, but...

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Please hold. Zack was going to have a teeny heart attack, now.

...

...

Okay. He was better. The teeny boar being a suddenly not so teeny Ino was a bit of a shock to the system, but Zack was totally resilient, truly.

"Ino! Are you okay?!"

And also, concerned. They'd address the naked part in a bit.

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Ino was far more concerned about the fact that she hurt than about her nakedness it was true. So that suited the both of them.

"I'll live?" she said, pained. "But ow. My head."

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"It sounded painful," Zack agreed, chewing his lip a little. "Can I get you anything? Ice? A potion? Advil?"

Pants?

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"All of the above?" she tried, pulling back and contemplating her naked state. "...And a towel."

Because, yes, she was going to go and shower right away. Ugh.