The Dorm Stairwell, Saturday Late Morning

[intraspective]

Ino was running slightly late for her regular trip to the Diner, and so her concentration was more on tying her hair up than paying attention to who else might, you know, be coming up the stairs. A quick turn 'round the corner, one last tug and her hair was neatly pulled back, elastic tight.

Still not with the whole paying attention thing though.

( In which there is a collision. )

[Ino’s around for interaction, and preplayed with…uh, myself. Yes. Hush.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

Finding that the weather was incompatible with ‘her’ reading plans, Makoto had somewhat sulkily—it had been so nice earlier!—made it as far as the fifth floor common room before dropping ‘her’ book, and thermos and blanket on one of the couches. What was ‘she’ supposed to do now?

Makoto eyed the kitchen. Well. That was always an option. Practice made perfect and all of that. But what to make?

…

Cookies it was! That’d be fairly simple, right?

[Open, yes of course!]