Room 505, Wednesday Late Afternoon
Kabuto would not be opening the Devil's Nest tonight. After the announcement earlier, he had decided to check up on Ino. With no response.
Now, Kabuto was not the kind to worry very often - and especially not the kind to admit it when he actually was anxious about something. He did, however, having a sinking suspicion that Ino had run into the ludicrously tacky angel statues.
Part of him admired the statues' tactics. Something that inane (albeit ugly) was hard to notice as dangerous unless there were witnesses.
For now, Kabuto was sitting on his bed amidst a pile of books and scrolls, looking through them to see if he could find anything useful. If Ino didn't show up tonight, he was thinking about hunting down Michael. If That Guy didn't know where she was, she had to be missing.
The door was open.
Now, Kabuto was not the kind to worry very often - and especially not the kind to admit it when he actually was anxious about something. He did, however, having a sinking suspicion that Ino had run into the ludicrously tacky angel statues.
Part of him admired the statues' tactics. Something that inane (albeit ugly) was hard to notice as dangerous unless there were witnesses.
For now, Kabuto was sitting on his bed amidst a pile of books and scrolls, looking through them to see if he could find anything useful. If Ino didn't show up tonight, he was thinking about hunting down Michael. If That Guy didn't know where she was, she had to be missing.
The door was open.