intraspective: (WTF WHAT IS THAT?!?)
Ino had had a perfectly ordinary day, broken by lunch with Liir, had gotten an ice cream cone from Chilly Boulder and was leisurely walking back up to the dorms fairly content with the world.

Very clearly, she was utterly oblivious of Edward’s awful awful plan for killing her through embarrassment.

Until she, you know, spotted one of the signs. Ice cream cone dropped from nerveless fingers as she stared in growing horror at it. Oh no, no, he had to be kidding, she’d suggested the park because it would’ve had less people not more and then he’d gone and made signs?!

Ino was not best pleased. Her shriek of dismay was terribly eloquent on that point.

[Establishy! *laughs at Ino’s paaain*]
intraspective: (Displeased)
There was a rather ominous level of rage emanating from room 504 today.

After being carried back to the dorms, Ino had slept in fits and starts, too wound up to ever really rest, and eventually gave up entirely.

A few hours later, Ino was sitting cross-legged on her floor, in one of Kabuto’s shirts and not much else (which, really, his shirts were more than long enough to be pajamas on her, come on) and fuming.

And considering how to burn the poster bits. Should she do it one piece at a time? Or all at once?

Ino would be good for tonight, and the boy hunting.

For now though—the poster bits were going to die by fire.

As soon as she figured out which way would be the most satisfying.

[Door shut, post open. Enter at your own risk zomg.]

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