[action thread] [Mrs. Fix-it] [Open to Hiyori and Ino]

[sensus_diversus]

As planned, Hiyori had stopped by Home Depot on the way home, and had bought filler and some plaster, perhaps a little bit more than was necessary, but hey, that Ino chick was gonna pay her back for it anyway, right? She made sure to stuff the recepit into the bag along with her items. The plastic bag made that irritating rustling noise it always

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[bl0nd_ambition]

Everything seemed to be going wrong lately. First the only job she could find was impersonating a chicken, then she put a hole in wall, and finally--... finally her poor hair had taken abuse. She had wrapped a scarf around it though, so she wouldn't feel like bursting into tears every time she looked in a mirror. It was fading a bit, considering she washed it twelve times in an attempt to get the dye out.

"Hey," Ino said tiredly, opening the door for Hiyori. "I already have plaster but since you bought it, I'll pay you back for it." There went the money for food. She supposed she could live on those marshmallow chickens that Sakura gave her for Easter. "The hole is right there," she jerked her thumb back at the wall.

Maybe if she wore hoop earrings, everyone would just think she was trying to go for the gypsy look. That had possibilities.

[sensus_diversus]

Was this chick serious? With that scarf thing she looked more like some field worker than a stylish woman making a fashion statement. Still, though, it wasn't her business, right? Let her figure out that the look was crap on her own.

She nodded and dropped the bag next to the wall. It wasn't a big hole, thank God, and hopefully wouldn't need much work. She quickly ripped a sheet or two of newspapers away from the rest of the stack and got to work, dipping the paper gently in the filler, and then stuffing the hole with the damp material. She didn't have to wrinkle her nose at the smell anymore; it was just another aroma associated with every day life.

Once she was done with that part, she remembered the small paper stuck underneath the filler, and slipped it out, careful to keep it as clean as possible (which, truthfully, wasn't much). Hiyori almost felt bad for the girl, but not enough to lower her original price. "Here's how much I spent on this shit," she told her, passing it to her.

[bl0nd_ambition]

Ino gave a sigh of relief. It wasn't terribly expensive and she would still have enough left over to give her a few dollar tip and have enough money to eat something. She could always bum food off of Chouji if that didn't work out. It looked like this woman knew what she was doing which helped Ino out greatly.

"Can I offer you a drink? It's hot as hell in here," she complained, absently patting her hair scarf. Having just finished doing her usual yoga/pilates exercises before Hiyori arrived (and still in her sweatpants and tank top, no less!) she was already hot, tired, and thirsty to begin with. This apartment building was hot in the summer and freezing in the winter, no matter what she did. Even if Ino had the money, the windows couldn't hold up an air conditioner. "By the way, we haven't really formally met. Yamanaka Ino."

[sensus_diversus]

Hiyori turned back to face the wall, measuring the hole quickly with her eyes. She knew the woman behind her was talking, but she was really only half listening. Her interest was only piqued when a drink was offered to her, which she answered by nodding fervently.

She turned to face Ino after a few seconds of studying the broken plaster. "Hiyori Sarugaki. I'd ask ta shake hands, but I dunno if ya want this shit on your hands. Eh, an' while you're gettin' tha drinks, could I get a knife, too?" She almost brought her hands up to intertwine her fingers at the back of her neck, but fortunately realized that would be less than wise. She was forced to let them just dangle at her sides, which felt too awkward, but was unavoidable.