Dial-log
Kiba/Ino Dial-Log
"C'mon, c'mon, pick up already...*sigh*"
"Ack- *faded: damnit* Yeah, what?"
"'S'Kiba. You rang and left me a message? Haven't checked it yet, gotta set up voicemail on this number properly or some shit and that's just a pain in the ass."
"Kiba! Oh good. Gimme a sec- *shuffling noises* Ah, ok! Have you talked to Shino recently?"
"The hell're you doing, anyway? Am I interrupting? 'Cause I can call back. And no, I haven't. Why? What the shit's he done this time? Friggin' creeper."
"I was out shopping and trying to get into my apartment, answer my phone and not drop everything all at the same time. It's fine now, though. And exactly that! I'm getting seriously concerned about him. He was telling Temari how to electrocute her neighbours in a manner that'll burn down their house and so erase all evidence, and then he made this really creepy remark about liking watching women get slapped around, which I was all "Um, excuse me?" about and then he was like "What, can't you read?" as if he had NO IDEA what could POSSIBLY be amiss in that statement--"
"--Whoa, hey now, what exactly are you tryin' to say here, Blondie? That this dude's gonna murder me in my sleep or something?!"
"I'm saying that he's unstable and he's dangerous. If you haven't heard from him, then maybe he's decided to leave you alone, but if he hasn't, you need to be damn careful. I'm kind of relieved that it sounds like he may have moved on, though. Christ, he's just creepy to the max..."
"....holy fucking shit. Shit, Ino! Wha the fuck did I ever do to this guy?! WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE HATE ME?! Oh, shit. What if he knows how to use a gun or something?!"
"He's a psycho, Kiba. You don't have to do anything to them, they make up excuses in their head. You should be reasonably ok inside the building. Everyone goes through metal detectors and security before they can get in. You know that. It's outside that's trouble...I don't know, Kiba. Just...be alert and cautious."
"Fuck me. When did we start hiring such assholes?! I mean, okay, he's kinda scrawny, unless he's secretly Bruce Lee I can totally take him in a fight, but if he's plotting out elaborate ways to kill people he doesn't even HAVE a gruge against...shit, man! Has he said anything to you? You haven't pissed him off yet, have you?"
"I don't know. I can't believe that drunk manages to get anyone hired. I don't think I've pissed him off. I get the impression that he considers me beneath him or something. That whole "you don't have a dick and so are not a real person" bull...Anyone who's into random violence against women is someone I generally consider to be a threat to my health, though."
"Fair enough. Jesus Christ. Friggin' glad I changed my number. I'd worry about him having found my home address but...well, you've met Hana."
"Hmph. Be careful, anyway."
"Will do. You too, okay? Shit. Wish I knew more about what he was really capable of..."
"I'm always careful. I'd say we should break into his files, but that's not going to happen now that that idiot Sarutobi broke into Iruka's office and set the IT guy into World War Three lockdown mode. Maybe we could ask Shizune or something? I mean, this is a legitimate reason. We do feel threatened, so the office should help us, or at least reassure us."
"Yeah. Hopefully he's just being...I don't know, hopefully he's just kidding around with a shitty sense of humor. In which case I should just beat the shit out of him or something, but then he'd really be pissed off. And if he IS a total psycho, that's somethin' I really don't wanna do."
"I admit, shit like this is why I work exclusively on call these days. Going from location to location as a sub with a guard somehow managed to become the safer choice over the years. Ugh..."
"Heh. That's kind of...depressing, but good, I guess. Let me know if he says anything to you, though. Pretty sure I can rope Lee into some surveillance or something, he's always down for helping damsels in distress. Maybe you should learn jui-jitsu!"
"I do know Jui-Jitsu. I'll keep you informed. You do the same though, ok? Worrying is bad for my complexion."
"...You know jui-jitsu? Seriously?"
"...I'm a professional submissive. Of course I've learned how to defend myself if necessary."
"Well, okay, that makes sense and all, I just never thought that...jui-jitsu. Wow."
"It is very efficient. Anyway. What's been happening with you lately? I'm rarely around the office so I never see you..."
"Meh, not much. Avoiding school, tryin' to book gigs, gettin' stalked by creepy Japanese dudes...the usual. You? Have fun in where-the-fuck-it-was?"
"Heh, the usual...Montreal? Yeah, it was alright. Some designers I like are based there so I got to see some previews of their winter lines, which was fun. Do you have any gigs coming up? I'll come dance~"
"Tryin' to get one for next Sunday night, nothing fancy. I'll let you know. We can always use dancing girls!"
"Please do."
"Yeah, yeah. I guess I'll let you get back to your groceries. Up to any mischief tonight?"
"Mm, not really. It's Sunday, after all. I'm thinking about maybe watching a movie...yourself?"
"Got an early shift at work tonight, so guess I'll be doing that until midnight and then...beer time. That's about as far as I've planned."
"Beer is so disgusting. If you would like a glass of wine, I'll probably still be awake, so text me when your shift is over."
"Eww, wine? You can keep your wine, but I'll bring my own beer. Problem solved. What're you gonna watch? Not some shitty chick-flick is it?"
"Really? Do you seriously think I would waste myself on that kind of drivel? I have been feeling lonely so I thought I might rewatch Lie With Me."
"Aww, poor babe. Lonely how? And what the shit is Lie With Me?"
"Just lonely. I mean, this is probably the most civil conversation I've had in weeks. It's an isolating realization. Lie With Me is a French film about a tempestuous couple and how they cope with each other, basically."
"Your most civil conversation is with me?! Fuck, you really are lonely. And that sounds like a chick-flick. What's 'tempestuous' when it's at home?"
"I know. It isn't a chick flick, it's a foreign art flick. What do you mean 'what's tempestuous when it's at home'? How sheltered are you?"
"Foreign art equals chick-flick, everyone knows that. And I'm asking you what 'tempestuous' means!! I'm guessing it's derived from 'tempest', which is to say 'stormy', but your context makes me wonder. Actually, no, I think I got it."
"Tempestuous means violently stormy and it is not a chick flick. Can't you pretend to be cultured for one night? I won't tell anyone, I promise. Your reputation will remain intact."
"Well, if you promise...I guess I can. Wait, is Sakura working tonight, do you know?"
"...Who cares. You wouldn't blow me off when I'm feeling low in order to feel up some jailbait with a bad dye-job, anyway. Right"
"Of course not, I just have to make sure she catches her bus safely, is all, so I might be a little bit later. Why, you jealous~?"
"Jealous? Of her? Hardly. Fine. Just text me whenever. I'll hold the movie for you, if necessary."
"You're a doll. I'll cut out as soon's I can, grab the mutt and swing by. Catch ya!"
"Sounds good. Bye~"
"C'mon, c'mon, pick up already...*sigh*"
"Ack- *faded: damnit* Yeah, what?"
"'S'Kiba. You rang and left me a message? Haven't checked it yet, gotta set up voicemail on this number properly or some shit and that's just a pain in the ass."
"Kiba! Oh good. Gimme a sec- *shuffling noises* Ah, ok! Have you talked to Shino recently?"
"The hell're you doing, anyway? Am I interrupting? 'Cause I can call back. And no, I haven't. Why? What the shit's he done this time? Friggin' creeper."
"I was out shopping and trying to get into my apartment, answer my phone and not drop everything all at the same time. It's fine now, though. And exactly that! I'm getting seriously concerned about him. He was telling Temari how to electrocute her neighbours in a manner that'll burn down their house and so erase all evidence, and then he made this really creepy remark about liking watching women get slapped around, which I was all "Um, excuse me?" about and then he was like "What, can't you read?" as if he had NO IDEA what could POSSIBLY be amiss in that statement--"
"--Whoa, hey now, what exactly are you tryin' to say here, Blondie? That this dude's gonna murder me in my sleep or something?!"
"I'm saying that he's unstable and he's dangerous. If you haven't heard from him, then maybe he's decided to leave you alone, but if he hasn't, you need to be damn careful. I'm kind of relieved that it sounds like he may have moved on, though. Christ, he's just creepy to the max..."
"....holy fucking shit. Shit, Ino! Wha the fuck did I ever do to this guy?! WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE HATE ME?! Oh, shit. What if he knows how to use a gun or something?!"
"He's a psycho, Kiba. You don't have to do anything to them, they make up excuses in their head. You should be reasonably ok inside the building. Everyone goes through metal detectors and security before they can get in. You know that. It's outside that's trouble...I don't know, Kiba. Just...be alert and cautious."
"Fuck me. When did we start hiring such assholes?! I mean, okay, he's kinda scrawny, unless he's secretly Bruce Lee I can totally take him in a fight, but if he's plotting out elaborate ways to kill people he doesn't even HAVE a gruge against...shit, man! Has he said anything to you? You haven't pissed him off yet, have you?"
"I don't know. I can't believe that drunk manages to get anyone hired. I don't think I've pissed him off. I get the impression that he considers me beneath him or something. That whole "you don't have a dick and so are not a real person" bull...Anyone who's into random violence against women is someone I generally consider to be a threat to my health, though."
"Fair enough. Jesus Christ. Friggin' glad I changed my number. I'd worry about him having found my home address but...well, you've met Hana."
"Hmph. Be careful, anyway."
"Will do. You too, okay? Shit. Wish I knew more about what he was really capable of..."
"I'm always careful. I'd say we should break into his files, but that's not going to happen now that that idiot Sarutobi broke into Iruka's office and set the IT guy into World War Three lockdown mode. Maybe we could ask Shizune or something? I mean, this is a legitimate reason. We do feel threatened, so the office should help us, or at least reassure us."
"Yeah. Hopefully he's just being...I don't know, hopefully he's just kidding around with a shitty sense of humor. In which case I should just beat the shit out of him or something, but then he'd really be pissed off. And if he IS a total psycho, that's somethin' I really don't wanna do."
"I admit, shit like this is why I work exclusively on call these days. Going from location to location as a sub with a guard somehow managed to become the safer choice over the years. Ugh..."
"Heh. That's kind of...depressing, but good, I guess. Let me know if he says anything to you, though. Pretty sure I can rope Lee into some surveillance or something, he's always down for helping damsels in distress. Maybe you should learn jui-jitsu!"
"I do know Jui-Jitsu. I'll keep you informed. You do the same though, ok? Worrying is bad for my complexion."
"...You know jui-jitsu? Seriously?"
"...I'm a professional submissive. Of course I've learned how to defend myself if necessary."
"Well, okay, that makes sense and all, I just never thought that...jui-jitsu. Wow."
"It is very efficient. Anyway. What's been happening with you lately? I'm rarely around the office so I never see you..."
"Meh, not much. Avoiding school, tryin' to book gigs, gettin' stalked by creepy Japanese dudes...the usual. You? Have fun in where-the-fuck-it-was?"
"Heh, the usual...Montreal? Yeah, it was alright. Some designers I like are based there so I got to see some previews of their winter lines, which was fun. Do you have any gigs coming up? I'll come dance~"
"Tryin' to get one for next Sunday night, nothing fancy. I'll let you know. We can always use dancing girls!"
"Please do."
"Yeah, yeah. I guess I'll let you get back to your groceries. Up to any mischief tonight?"
"Mm, not really. It's Sunday, after all. I'm thinking about maybe watching a movie...yourself?"
"Got an early shift at work tonight, so guess I'll be doing that until midnight and then...beer time. That's about as far as I've planned."
"Beer is so disgusting. If you would like a glass of wine, I'll probably still be awake, so text me when your shift is over."
"Eww, wine? You can keep your wine, but I'll bring my own beer. Problem solved. What're you gonna watch? Not some shitty chick-flick is it?"
"Really? Do you seriously think I would waste myself on that kind of drivel? I have been feeling lonely so I thought I might rewatch Lie With Me."
"Aww, poor babe. Lonely how? And what the shit is Lie With Me?"
"Just lonely. I mean, this is probably the most civil conversation I've had in weeks. It's an isolating realization. Lie With Me is a French film about a tempestuous couple and how they cope with each other, basically."
"Your most civil conversation is with me?! Fuck, you really are lonely. And that sounds like a chick-flick. What's 'tempestuous' when it's at home?"
"I know. It isn't a chick flick, it's a foreign art flick. What do you mean 'what's tempestuous when it's at home'? How sheltered are you?"
"Foreign art equals chick-flick, everyone knows that. And I'm asking you what 'tempestuous' means!! I'm guessing it's derived from 'tempest', which is to say 'stormy', but your context makes me wonder. Actually, no, I think I got it."
"Tempestuous means violently stormy and it is not a chick flick. Can't you pretend to be cultured for one night? I won't tell anyone, I promise. Your reputation will remain intact."
"Well, if you promise...I guess I can. Wait, is Sakura working tonight, do you know?"
"...Who cares. You wouldn't blow me off when I'm feeling low in order to feel up some jailbait with a bad dye-job, anyway. Right"
"Of course not, I just have to make sure she catches her bus safely, is all, so I might be a little bit later. Why, you jealous~?"
"Jealous? Of her? Hardly. Fine. Just text me whenever. I'll hold the movie for you, if necessary."
"You're a doll. I'll cut out as soon's I can, grab the mutt and swing by. Catch ya!"
"Sounds good. Bye~"