Ino was… totally not hiding. Seriously not.

Curled up in bed, with hot chocolate and a book about this world’s methods of handling plants, and pretending that Annette’s room just barely down the hall wasn’t empty didn’t mean anything. Nothing at all. She wasn’t hiding. Really.

Even if it looked like she was hiding, she wasn’t. Curling up in her blankets was totally a good thing to do after work. Especially when two of her best friends had totally left this morning. Especially when work had kinda sorta sucked. Except for Lana. Lana had been a good reprieve from the suckiness. But whatever.

So Ino was... in her room. Not hiding. Really.

[Door is shut, post is open!]

"Oh, come on!"

Ino glared at her reflection. There were still faint blue streaks in her hair, despite her best efforts at getting the paint out. A.J. was so dead when she caught up with him again.

Her door was open a crack, but Ino hadn't noticed. She was much more occupied with her hair.

"This isn't fair!"

[Open!]