Ino had to admit that country was not normally her music type, no. But the song that she kept finding herself singing was fun at least, and it amused her enough that Ino really didn’t see a need to try and stop.

She just kept the singing down sort of low as she sprawled out on her bed and read.

( My daddy always was... )

Ino snickered, humming it, and turned to the next page of her book. Kicking she could definitely do. Totally amusing, geez.

[Open for visitors, cabinmates, phone calls what have you.]

Ino had had class today—and she was pretty sure it'd be interesting if only because, yet again, her world had managed to be different from the norm in societal expectations again—and then she'd wandered into town for a while and met Derek, who was a) super attractive and b) going to make her shelving which was two points in his favour.

Now she was cross-legged on her bed, her alcove curtain half open, having handwavily called Derek back about the dimensions for her shelf, nibbling on a licorice stick and reading.

[Ooopen, of course!]