The Roof, Friday Afternoon

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Ino hadn’t accomplished a whole lot so far today.

Well. She’d gotten up at four, eaten and done so properly, left Her a call, and done some training. Now, she was taking a break.

In a way, though, this was training too. She was curled up on a blanket she’d dragged from her room, sprawled out on her stomach, and reading the very first medical scroll she was supposed to have started with.

And humming along with the small battery powered radio she’d brought up too. But that, Ino figured, was allowed so long as she concentrated more on her work.

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[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Hmmmm," that shouldn't make him want to fidget. "Just bored, I guess."

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She eyed him dubiously.

"Bored. Here?"

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Tasting like oranges isn't exactly entertaining for much longer than the first five minutes?" he suggested.

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...

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"...what?"

Yeah. Guess who completely missed out on the oddness of yesterday?

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Everyone tasted funny," he waved it off. "I tasted like oranges, Jack like banana and Katina like tequila. I think. She's annoying and wouldn't answer."

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"Seriously?" That got a bit of a laugh. "Oh dear."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." He eyed her. "You didn't?"

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"Nope," she said. "I was just plain old me, all day."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"With short hair," he helpfully supplied.

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"I had noticed," she said, dryly. "But still, just plain old me."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"It's annoying," Ichigo decided. "I don't have anything with me to throw at you."

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She stuck her tongue out at him.

"I thought you liked it." Teasing.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Throwing stuff at you?" he asked. "Sure."

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"I'm ignoring you," Ino informed him.

Really.

She was.

Honest.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Fine by me," he decided, looking back over the trees of the preserve. He was certain he could shut up longer than Ino could.

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She turned her radio up louder and hummed along to it.

Totally ignoring him. Really.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Yep. He was completely ignoring the humming and realising that the trees were kind of boring too. He really should start carrying ammo to throw at her.

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Like what? Erasers? Pens? Pebbles?

She hummed louder, deliberately picking up her medical scroll again and pretending to read it.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Erasers worked or those soft cat toy balls. Or something sticky.

"What are you reading?" he finally asked, not turning around.

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Ewwww. Sticky. She'd kill him if he got anything in her hair.

Ino smirked. Looked like she won that round.

"It's for my medical studies," she said.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He glanced at her over his shoulder. "You want to be a doctor?"

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"Field medic," Ino elaborated. "And I'm working in the clinic here, so I've got to keep my studies up."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Ichigo nodded and finally moved away from the railing to sit down closer to her. "My dad is a doctor. He runs a small emergency clinic. It's just him and when there's an emergency my sisters have to help out."

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"Do you help out too?" she asked, shifting a bit so there was more room on the blanket. "I've only been learning for, like, eight months or so? So I always feel like I don't know anything."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"I used to when I was younger," he paused and then moved to sit on the edge of the blanket. "Then dad decided I didn't have to anymore."