5th Floor Common Room, Monday morning before class

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Michael was cooking breakfast again. He'd had some trouble deciding on what to go for, so there were a variety of foods spread out on the counter.

All comers were welcome to request their favourites.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

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"Morning," she said, stepping into the room and curling up on one of the couches, "how have you been?"

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"Not too bad." He shot a worried glance her way when she curled up, but didn't come over yet. "You?"

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She shrugged. "Tired," Ino said eventually, "I did a lot of training yesterday."

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"Did you eat?" he asked mildly.

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"I ate yesterday," Ino said, tilting her head to look at him. She just hadn't eaten much, but it wasn't a lie. "Nothing yet today."

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He raised his eyebrows at her and just asked, "What d'you want for breakfast?"

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That got him another shrug. She really had no preference. "Whatever you feel like making?" A long considering pause. "Nothing heavy?"

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"Hm." He considered that. "Scrambled eggs?"

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"That works," Ino said, fiddling with her hair, then saying, "Cassandra told me that Kabuto broke up with me because of you."

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He'd turned to get some eggs, but one of them broke in his hand at that.

"...he told her that?"

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"She quoted what he'd said at me," Ino was studying her hands intently, "and she had one of his data cards - and it was about you."

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"Data cards?" That seemed to worry him even more. "Saying what?"

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"Any and all information he's gathered on you." She shrugged. "He does that for everyone. It's... his way of keeping track of anything."

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"So he gathers information?" He wiped the egg off his hand, absently. "Where's this card now?"

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"I've got it in my room," Ino said quietly, "and yeah, he does. He's an excellent infiltrator."

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"Can I have it?" he asked, liking the sound of this less and less.

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Ino looked over at him, "Did you want me to get it for you now?"

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"If you don't mind." It mattered a lot, after all. "Your eggs'll be done when you get back."

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She nodded, not that she cared about the eggs, but got up and headed to her room.

Ino came back a few minutes later, holding the card in one hand. She offered the card to Michael. "There you go."

She didn't mention that Kabuto had probably already made a new card.

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Probably wise. He wouldn't take it well. He accepted the card and shoved it in a pocket.

"Thanks. Don't like people keeping tabs on me."

Especially not people who disliked him for stealing their girlfriends.

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"He does it to everyone," Ino said, trying to be reassuring, "it's not just you."

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"Yeah, but it's about what he might do with it since it's me."

He wandered over with a plate of eggs and sat down next to her.

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"He hasn't tried to kill you yet," Ino said, leaning against him slightly, "that's a good sign."

She stared down at her hands. "I need to apologize to him." And she was so not looking forward to that.

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He relaxed, almost imperceptibly, at the proof she still wanted anything to do with him.

"You don't", he objected. "He needs to apologize to you for what he said."

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"I hurt him," Ino said, voice barely above a whisper, "and I didn't mean to. I didn't think he'd care, but he did."