Coyote Medicine - Wednesday

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Ichigo warily entered the store that morning, waiting for something to happen and then... Nothing did.

Huh.

He checked the store and the sweat lodge, but nothing mysterious or odd happened at all. Shrugging and deciding it was about friggin' time the island started to behave, he put the sign in the window.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Tribal Artifacts and Medicine Man services
Tinsel free

It wasn't until he sat down, grabbing a book to read, that something scurried over his feet. "Stupid rat."

[Open and OCD free because my brain is ferrety.]

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[intraspective]

"It's a good thing that hot chocolate is made with milk," Ino informed him as she stepped inside with the drinks and hot chocolates. "At least the stuff from the Perk is. Otherwise I'd be sad today, ugh."

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"What? Why?" Ichigo asked, confused as he somehow had managed to avoid anything eggnog like that morning.

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"There's eggnog coming from the taps instead of water," she said grumpily. "Eggnog is gross."

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"Ewww," was Ichigo's response and he frowned. "I didn't notice anything," he sniffed his arm to make sure.

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"If you found the one tap that doesn't have eggnog in it, I'm going to hate you," she decided. "All the ones at Wellspring are filled with it."

Ino had tested this.

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"Maybe I beat it to it?" he suggested. "I got up pretty early." And then he hastily added. "You shouldn't hate me, I could be bribe, you know?"

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"I'm up at four every day," she said, sulking as she set her things down.

A beat.

"Bribed, huh?"

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Okay, she won there. "I'm open for suggestions," he said airily.

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"I could always just refuse to feed you," Ino threatened. "I could feed your sandwich to Jeremy."

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He shrugged. "Then I'll go grab something at Luke's and you still won't have water."

He paused. "Don't feed the rat."

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"His name is Jeremy," Ino said, moving to take a seat on his lap. "And you can't grab anything if I don't let you up."

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Ichigo blinked, but far be it for him to argue with having an Ino in his lap and his hand came to rest on the small of her back. "You don't think I could just get up?"

[intraspective]

She leaned against him and looked up. "Do you really want to?"

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"I might," he suggested, but she was leaning against him and it was warm and kind of nice.

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"I never said you can't have your hot chocolate," she reminded him. "That's yours anyway."

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"So where the line between not giving me hot chocolate and not giving me sandwiches?" he wondered.

[intraspective]

"Somewhere."

Ino had no clue.

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"Uh huh, you're full of it, Yamanaka," he decided, reaching up to tug her hair.

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"Your sandwich is my hostage," she said, giggling. "I'm allowed to be."

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"Fine," he nodded and he wrapped his arms around her. "But you're my hostage, so those sandwiches are mine."

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...

"...I think you're cheating," she said, wrinkling her nose slightly.

Maybe.

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"No, it's called logic. My physics teacher likes it," Ichigo grinned and ducked his head, looking for a kiss.

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"This isn't logical," she insisted, giving in and kissing him.

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"Is too," he mumbled, grinning against her lips before he kissed her again.

[intraspective]

She was hardly going to object to that, really.

"It's not," she said, grinning a bit when she pulled back.