5th Floor Common Room, Friday Early Morning

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It was... too quiet.

Ino was bored.

Neither was a particularly good thing. Especially not when combined. This would be why she wandered down to her common room and cranked the volume of the radio up as high as it could go. Which was... well, ‘pretty loud’ was a severe understatement.

There. Even if it would probably give her a headache (scratch that, already was), it’d be worth it if the noise brought entertainment with it. Even if this entertainment would probably come in the form of people bitching at her.

Ino could work with that.

She flopped down on the couch, and flicked idly though a gardening magazine as she waited to see if anyone would come by and tell her to turn the music way way down.

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"Cal? He threw cards at your head? But he's so calm, collected... and blu-" well, no need to say that. "He's so... nice, Ino."

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"Must've been a bad day," she said, very dryly. "Well," Ino allowed, "I snatched them out of the air before they hit my head. But he still threw them at me."

A beat.

"Blu?" That got a puzzled look. "He's blue?"

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"What'd you do?" 'Cause clearly, Ino had to have done something.

"No. He's not blue. Well, except for his eyes."

Uh.

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"I didn't do anything!" Ino protested. "I came in all happy when he was working and that wound up happening!"

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"...why're you looking at his eyes? And how does that go in with calm and collected...?"

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"I've never heard of someone just bein' all... card throwy on purpose unless he was teasin' you. Was he teasin' you?"

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"Well, when you talk to someone, you kind of notice their eyes," she said in a d'uh sort of tone. "And... what? You're gettin' me all confused!" Amber drank her coffee and bobbed her froggie heads.

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"He was pissy," Ino said, "no need to keep trying to make up excuses for him."

Of course, she'd been pretty pissy herself, but whatever.

"You're the one that said he's all 'calm and collected and blu," Ino insisted, "you're the one confusing me."

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Amber raised her brows. "Huh. I'm not makin' excuses; I've just never seen or been around him when he's all pissy."

She grumbled. "He... blushes alot around me. That's all. Geeze. That's what I was going to say but you don't need to be repeatin' it, Ino. Okay?"

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"Whatever," Ino shrugged, "if you say so."

"Why would I repeat it? What's the point in that?" she made a face. "And who'd care but you and him if he does? I mean, seriously. What?"

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Huh.

Amber glared at Ino. Again. And she doesn't usually glare often. "I can see now why he might have thrown cards at you."

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"You're the one accusing me of things," Ino said, raising her chin, "making it sound like I'm going to go 'round telling people shit about you and Cal, and then saying things like 'oh, you must have done something because Cal's always so nice'."

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"I didn't! I just suggested! There is no me and Cal and god, what were you doin'? Just sittin' up here waitin' for someone to walk in so you could be a total bitch to them? What have I ever done to you?"

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"You didn't accuse me of anything? Then why did you almost immediately ask 'What'd you do?'," Ino quoted that bit, and the next, "'That's what I was going to say but you don't need to be repeatin' it, Ino.' That sounds an awful lot like accusing to me."

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"Only because Cal has only ever been nice," she said, quite possibly realizing now just how that had sounded. "Well... whatever. I didn't mean to sound like that. I didn't."

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"And, have I ever be anything else besides nice to you before this?" Ino asked, raising her eyebrows. "Because that's not sounding very good either, 'cause I'm pretty sure I've been good."

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Amber frowned down into her coffee cup. "You have been. You've always been nice. So I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

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Ino shrugged, then grinned. "I'll survive, I'm sure."

Talking to Ino was sometimes like getting a lesson in Moodswings 101.

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Amber wasn't sure what to make of that grin. Or the moodswing. But she went with it and grinned back.

"What have you been up to lately?" Amber still doesn't listen to the radio very often.

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"Sleeping! 'Cause there was dangerous funtimes last weekend! And nagging at Liir, 'cause he's not talking to enough people."

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Amber giggled. "Sleepin' is always good and oh my gosh I hope not too dangerous, I mean you're here and all and you said funtimes?" Wow. Amber was trying to think of dangerous being fun. It was hard to do. "I ate lunch with him Wednesday. He did see kind of quiet."

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"There might've been shooting, and explody-fun, but no one got hurt, so it was definitely a lot fun."

Ino had a warped definition of fun.

"And, yeah, he's not even cooking as much as normal--which isn't like him at all. I told Michael 'bout it, and Michael's going to talk to him." With a little nod.

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"Shooting? Oh my gosh," Amber's worse fear ever.

"What do you think is goin' on with him?"

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"It's okay," Ino said, "none of the bullets hit anyone."

"And I've totally got no idea. He wouldn't tell me and then tried to say he was fine, but then let slip that he's pretty much talking to only, uh, you and well, me. It's been weeks, apparently, since he's talked to Michael. And they're friends."

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"That's good to hear," she said, sounding a little dazed.

"Oh, goodness. That doesn't say much then does it? I mean, I don't know how often he talks to you, but I don't see him on a regular basis or anythin'. At all."

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"You okay?" Ino asked, noting the dazed-ness.

"And, I know, seriously. I mean, we talk at least twice a week, but still... that's not much compared to the rest of the time, you know? So even though he told me not to worry..." she worried.

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"Shootin' scares me," she said. "Gladys Leeman would like to blow my head off and has tried actually."

Amber nodded. "I understand your concern. But what can be done about it? You don't think it's his break-up with Andrew that is still affectin' him do you?"