Room 504, Thursday Evening

[intraspective]

Ino was really squeaky clean after having spent a good while in the showers getting rid of the jello from class. Now, wearing one of Kabuto's shirts that she'd appropriated, and her hair still damp and clinging slightly to her face, she was curled up on her bed and sorting through the box of pictures her Dad had sent her. She'd left the door open in case of visitors.

Sometimes? Ino really loved her Dad's timing. His letter had mentioned that it was Yondaime-sama's birthday on the 25th, which was tomorrow, and so, Ino wasn't going to sleep until she'd gotten everything arranged to her satisfaction.

She hummed as she set a picture neatly into the album she'd handwavily picked out.

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[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

Mixed in with the pictures was a short note, folded up into an origami pig. Somebody had obviously been bored.

Ino,

So your dad mentioned to my mom that he was sending you something-or-other, and so she’s making me write you a letter for him to send with it. Man, this is so stupid.

I hope school is what you wanted. Chouji and I haven’t been able to do any missions without you here, so you’d better be happy. Asuma-sensei has been keeping us training, but they won’t assign us a new team member because they know you’ll be coming back eventually. Maybe they’ll let us run a three-man team mission, like they let Team Kakashi. Not that I really mind just training. It’s easier.

Anyway. So your dad mentioned something about the Yondaime?

Write me back if you feel like it. But don’t expect me to write back. I think this might be long enough that mom will let it pass.

Later,
Shikamaru