Shooting Range, Friday Afternoon

[intraspective]

Ino rested easily against the wall of the range, making sure her gun was still in perfect working condition (it was) and waiting for a certain blonde.

And doing her utter best to pretend that there weren’t a bunch of morons messing with their heads right around now. Ugh. Whatever.

[Ino is here for Dōjima, though the shooting range is totally totally open.]