Room 504, Friday Evening
After talking to Hurley, Ino was glad to wander back to the room she shared with Zack-that was still weird to her, that she couldn’t say it was just her room anymore-and collapse on her bed.
Yay. A week gone by and she hadn’t-been weird and issuey at people other than... well, Bod had gotten a bit, but he hadn’t seemed to care and Ino just... wasn’t going to push that. All right, fine, and so on. She was fine.
Repression was probably bad, yes. Ino closed her eyes briefly, then sat up and stared at the open door. She should shut it. But that seemed like far too much work and instead she fumbled for one of her notebooks. A pen.
If she was thinking, she didn’t have to think.
It made sense to her.
[Open door, open post.]
Yay. A week gone by and she hadn’t-been weird and issuey at people other than... well, Bod had gotten a bit, but he hadn’t seemed to care and Ino just... wasn’t going to push that. All right, fine, and so on. She was fine.
Repression was probably bad, yes. Ino closed her eyes briefly, then sat up and stared at the open door. She should shut it. But that seemed like far too much work and instead she fumbled for one of her notebooks. A pen.
If she was thinking, she didn’t have to think.
It made sense to her.
[Open door, open post.]