The gym, Sunday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

Good morning, slumber party participants! Brooke had not been extremely pleased to be woken up by the text from the people at JGOB demanding she come to the front door and get the food she'd ordered for breakfast, but it was set out and moddable for everyone who'd stayed overnight. And plenty of coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee.


[No OCD, but if you wan a wakeup, tah dah!]

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[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He was taking his time to drink, taking small sips while giving her a smug look.

[intraspective]

Ino was just going to drink her coffee back and contemplate poking him anyway.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Why would she want to poke him? He was being nice and was just sitting there minding his own business and drinking his coffee. See? No reason to poke him.

[intraspective]

Perfectly good reason to poke him!

See? Poke!

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Hey! That got her a foul look. No poking the coffee bringer. He deserved nice things!

[intraspective]

Well, she wasn't kissing him. So there.

Ino stuck her tongue out at him.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Wait. He brought her coffee for nothing?

Man, that sucked.

[intraspective]

They were in public!

And he'd been mean and said she'd lost!

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

She had lost and they could go elsewhere and he hadn't just thought that.

He quickly gulped down his coffee. Hot!

[intraspective]

Ino was going to stare at him.

And silently giggle.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Shut up! He nudged her foot with his.

[intraspective]

She wriggled, sipping her coffee and wrinkled her nose at him.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He finished off his cup and put it aside, then wriggled down and stretched out on his sleeping bag.

[intraspective]

Ino was just going to shift so she could sit while leaning her back against his side.

Hi!

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Hrm. He supposed that was better. Maybe they could do this whole waking up thing anew without the sulking and poking?

[intraspective]

She wasn't talking!

She hadn't lost!

Really!

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

She had talked and she hadn't been influenced by Fandom weirdness, she'd lost more than he had last weekend.

He must have read the protest because he tugged on her hair again.

[intraspective]

She stuck her tongue out at him, and sipped her coffee.

She hadn't lost, seriously.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Had too and she knew it. He smirked.

[intraspective]

Ino was just going to ignore that.

See? This was her ignoring him.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

She couldn't ignore him, she was leaning against him. Which meant that his arm needed to go somewhere and she was in the way so it went around her. Any comments would be ignored... or flailed at.

[intraspective]

She didn't say anything, but Ino did do a bit of blinking at it.

And maybe a little blushing, shhhh.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He was going to get a cramp if he put somewhere else. It was purely convenience that made him do that. Nothing else. So no blushing or he was going to get embarrassed too.

[intraspective]

It wasn't like she knew that though, and she couldn't help it, it was weird.

No one sat like that with her since Kabuto had left, okay?

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was and he glanced away as he shifted, pulling his arm back and folding it behind his head.