[ La la la~ getting ready to go out, which is a very intense process that requires a lot of steps, so she is as of yet completely unaware of any sensei ghosts lurking around. Humming quietly to herself, and satisfied that she looks as freaking hot as possible, she trudges down the hallway to Shikamaru's room, not even bothering to knock. ]
[He hasn't even gotten ready; still in his usual gear with the black capris and his black turtleneck sweater, sitting in front of his shougi table, like... so, in the icon.
He's not even looking at the board, he moves the pieces to play for two, as if being directed by someone else one move, and then responding out of pure memory. Trying to not look around the room, because lol he'll see ghosts, then.]
[ Here she comes, cracking the door open and peeking in, a frown creasing her brow--not answering her, what the hell, jerk--one that turns less annoyed and more questioningly concerned as she notices him brooding in front of the shougi board. He's a worrier and a dweller and a planner, but not a brooder.
She swings the door open the rest of the way, standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip. ]
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No chance you're sleep talking...is there.
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Shikamaru?
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He's not even looking at the board, he moves the pieces to play for two, as if being directed by someone else one move, and then responding out of pure memory. Trying to not look around the room, because lol he'll see ghosts, then.]
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She swings the door open the rest of the way, standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip. ]
Shikamaru?
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You were always a shoddy shougi player.
[Upon hearing her coming into his room, he... ... ... makes no reaction, really. Just asks plainly:] Do you see him?
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Shikamaru...
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... sorry. I'll get the reports out some other time.
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