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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Triela had been having a bad day. Bad weekend, really, if she were to be honest. The headache had begun on Friday and only intensified through to today. This wasn't something totally new, of course, and so she knew that it would probably peak tonight and that in the morning she'd wake up with just a painful memory.

She had moved herself out into the common room where she could replenish the ice in the towel draped across her forehead without going far and she found herself leaning back in a chair, head flopped back against the head-rest.

The truth was that despite the oddness, she was going to miss this place.

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Ino was, in fact, heading back to her room and it was merely on a whim that she poked her head into the common room to see if anyone was about. To her mild surprise there was.

"Hey Triela," Ino greeted, noting the forehead towel. "You okay?"

"Mmm?" Triela turned her head slightly without opening her eyes. "'m fine," she slurred. Then, more firmly, "I'm fine. Just a headache."

That got a frown. "Have you tried painkillers?"

"Can't," Triela shifted the towel on her forehead a bit. "They don't interact well with the conditioning drugs."

She waved airily, "It's no big deal. I'll wake up tomorrow just fine. So tell me how you've been. Distraction still works, after all."

"Maybe some tea then?" Ino asked. "Chamomile is soothing."

She curled up in a nearby chair. "I can't say I'm a good distraction really. I've been kinda not-so-great lately, but whatever. I'll deal." Somehow.

"Tea sounds nice," Triela managed with a smile that was only half-forced. "And, to be honest, I'm desperate enough for a distraction that I'd even listen to Hilshire drone on about the impact of Shakespeare on the English language."

For just a moment her smile turned fond.

Well, so much for curling up then. Ino got up to go and set water to boiling for the tea. "What's Shakespeare?" she tossed over her shoulder. "And really, I doubt my troubles are that interesting."

"English guy. Wrote plays. He's been dead for a while." Triela smirked, "And I guarantee that your troubles are more interesting than him."

She stared at the counter-top for a moment. "Cable-san's a moron, people are leaving, my big brother's being completely and utterly fucking stupid about things, I've got letters from my Dad that I haven't opened yet, and I'm behind on my planting." Ino smiled faintly. "Take your pick."

"Start at the beginning is what I was taught. I guess that means Cable." Triela pulled the towel from her forehead so that she could turn slightly and look at Ino, "Is this the same moron stuff we talked about before, or is this even more moron stuff?"

"Oh no," Ino said, back straight and eyes narrowed. "This is a different stupidity. This is about him fucking running off on a mission without bothering to tell anyone because he couldn't fucking be bothered with it because we don't matter enough to him and then him coming home with a fucking baby and not getting my problem with it!"

Why yes, her voice had risen there.

"Aaaah," Triela drew the syllable out, keeping her expression smooth despite the desire to wince at the rising tone. "Definitely new moron stuff." She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes for a moment, "You're saying he went on a mission without securing backup, and without even notifying anyone about his plans?"

That seemed pretty moronic to her too.

She nodded, voice clipped. "Found a note asking me to take care of Tether--that's it. Nothing else, no explanations, no nothing. Just that and him being idiotic enough to do something like that!"

Ino's problems with Cable-san were multiple really, and this was only one of them, but it was a good one, a reasonable one, and one that really really didn't make sense.

"I thought he was smarter than that." Triela has spent her entire life being trained to be a team player. The idea of just haring off on your own to do something seems more than a bit crazy to her.

"He could've, at least, told someone that he had a mission." Ino scowled. "I mean, whatever, so I'm not good enough in his opinion to go along? Alright fine, I'm not good enough to go with Dad either--but that doesn't mean he can't tell me he's going! I don't need details, not for that, I know better than that, but saying 'I've got a mission, take care of the dog' would've taken two seconds and be a helluva a lot smarter because then we'd have known he was gone!"

"Yep," Triela agreed off-handedly. "Definitely a moron."

Which was sort of disappointing, really.

"And the worse part," Ino said, "is he doesn't get why I'm mad at him."

When it was pretty fucking obvious as far as she was concerned.

"Can't he, like, read your mind," Triela asked, her brow crinkling in confusion.

"Yeah," she said very very dryly, "that's why I'm not getting it. He can definitely read my mind."

"Yeah. That's..." Triela shook her head slightly. "Moron."

As the water started boiling, Ino tugged down cups and pulled out tea bags. She preferred it loose really, but that was too much of a bother at the moment. "So," she said, "needless to say, work rather sucks at the moment."

"I can see that."

Triela sat silently for a moment, thinking. "So... you need something to blow off some steam. That's what it sounds like to me."

"Smashing my plants didn't do it," Ino told her, "or training, or staying up all night."

"Then drastic measures are called for," Triela announced, sitting up abruptly and raising her fist theatrically. Which, of course, led to a wince and a groan as she sank back into the chair.

Stupid headache.

"Tea," Ino insisted, setting a cup of it near Triela, "then drastic measures."

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