[Thread] [Confessions] [Open to: Apartment 17]

[bl0nd_ambition]

After a rather uneventful (read: boring) birthday, Ino went back to her everyday life chores and work. She didn't really feel a year older, even though it seemed like she was the oldest in the apartment. Between Shikamaru and Kin, it was a wonder she wasn't committed into a mental asylum with severe psychological scars. It seemed that she had

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[syncopation]

Kin fervently hoped that all remained well. This was the first day in a long damn while that things had started going her way for a change. Ino was being un-annoying (shocker, that), Shikamaru and his bratty cousin hadn't been around this morning (thank god), and at long last, the head of the Music Department had okay-ed her application for a private violin class and a half-tuition scholarship based solely on her kick ass musical ability.

The best part of this whole day, the absolute kicker, was that she did not need to go to work at any of her jobs. The brats weren't scheduled for Monday, the music store had already scheduled somebody else, and the restaurant didn't need her for dinner. Today rocked.

Thus, she walked into the apartment with a lilt in her step and a rare grin on her face. Even having Ino there being domestic didn't crimp her style one bit.

[drowsy_deer]

Shikamaru had just dropped Shikashi off with his uncle for the remainder of the week, and that left him in a...well, a foul mood, actually. He wasn't about to admit it to anyone, but having the little boy around had definitely boosted his energy level. Returning him to his parents...

...they'd probably forget to get him more crayons when he ran out. Dammit. Shikashi was easily managed if...

Oh, hell. Ino was trying to burn his clothing again, Shikamaru realized as he walked through the door, his ring of car-keys still jingling merrily in one hand.

"Wench," Shikamaru growled in half-greeting, half curse, eyes narrowed stormily.

[bl0nd_ambition]

All was right in the world until her two very fun roommates came home and ruined her zen moment. Kin was being mostly quiet so that was fine, but Shikamaru, as usual, looked disgruntled about something or other. Probably having to breath and walk was too much trouble for him.

"Shikamaru, call me that again and I will throw this iron at you," she said cheerfully, folding another one of shirts. Unreal. If only his mother heard him talk this way. Maybe she would have to tell her the nice time she called. Ultimate revenge. "And take these shirts, they are finished. You better put them neatly in your drawer!"

[syncopation]

The entrance of lil' master Storm Cloud made Kin bristle automatically. Son of a bitch. Was it too much to ask that he go and disappear for a while? Maybe oh... go to class, or go to work (did he even have a job?), or more preferably, fall out the damn window. Scowling, she turned her back on the Yamanaka-Nara comedy routine and stormed off into the kitchen, banging cupboard doors as she searched for something to eat.

"You want something, Ino?" She asked, pointedly ignoring the piece of scum bickering with the blonde.