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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Amber was startled awake needlessly by an unappreciating person who didn't understand the term 'sleeping in'. She she clambered out of bed, in her nightgown, shoved her feet into her super large stuffed frog slippers, and trumped upstairs.

"INO! WHAT THE HELL!"

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Ino grinned. Entertainment!

"Morning!"

Ino was probably too amused by this.

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"It's mornin' for SLEEPIN' and not wakin' people up! Where's that G-D music comin' from?" Yes. Amber said G-D.

"Is there some kind of happy rocket shoved up your butt?" she yelled, shuffling in and searching for that blasted radio.

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The radio was hidden behind the toaster. She wasn't going to say that though. Ino was still grinning.

"I was bored," she informed Amber.

A beat.

"I like your slippers."

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Amber glared at Ino.

"You cannont be bored and WAKE people up! I was havin' a good dream! And I can't get it back unless I think real hard and who can possibly think real hard so early in the freakin' mornin'?!"

Pause.

Amber glanced down at her slippers. Wiggled her feet, and grinned. "Thanks!"

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"Well, they are cute. And what kind of dream?" Ino asked chirpily. "Want coffee? You're up, so no point going back to bed."

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"Coffee sounds good," she grumbled, holding on to the last remnants of her anger. "But you have to get it for me since you woke me up."

Amber plopped down in a chair. "A good dream with- about Scottish warriors."

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Ino shrugged. She'd figured that was the case anyway. "Cream and sugar?" she asked, wandering over to the coffee maker.

"Scottish warriors?"

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"Yah, cream and sugar, please," she told her.

Amber tapped her toes to the floor, watching her froggie heads bob. "Uh-huh... kind of... some research-y stuff I've been workin' on. You'd find it borin' probably," she lied.

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"Why're you looking up warriors?" Ino asked, as she got a mug out of the cupboard. "For class?"

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Her froggie heads paused. "Uh, no, not exactly. Just for my own self-interest."

Amber smiled. That sounded so good. Ino didn't know her well enough she didn't think to know when she was lying.

"How's the givin' of soap to Cal goin', uh?" Change of topic!

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"Ewww," Ino said wrinkling her nose. "Research."

Unless it had a practical application, Ino totally would not go anywhere near a book.

Ino poured coffee, adding sugar and cream and wandering over to hand it to Amber before answering that question.

"Cal," she said firmly, "is getting the next one chucked at his head."

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"Thank you!" she said, accepting the cup, and then took a little sip. "Mmm."

Oh. Something must have happened that Amber didn't hear about. Of course not like Cal would mention an argument or anything he'd had with anybody. She just didn't know him well enough for that.

"...that doesn't sound very nice."

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"Neither was his throwing cards at me," Ino said, curling up on the couch. "So, he's getting one at his head."

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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?"