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Ino was in a good mood today! The Sharpied up sign got a laugh and a shake of her head before she entered. Ino hummed as she swept the store, checked the plants for anything that might be a sign that they weren’t doing well, and opened the store for business. That done, she settled behind the counter, and pulled out a notebook.

She needed to organize her thoughts on a few things, you see. And notebooks were amazing for that.

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Penelope walked in smiling. "Hello, Ino."

"Penelope!" Ino said, beaming as she shut her notebook. "Hi! How're you?"

"I am doing wonderfully well, actually," she replied, feeling as if she'd gotten over being made fun of. "How are you and I'm not interrupting am I?" she asked, indicating her notebook.

"Totally not," Ino said, wrinkling her nose cheerfully. "It's just, like, you know a journal."

Those were called diaries, Ino.

"Just to put thoughts in order, you know? Nothing that can't wait, definitely. I'm well! Not busy enough, but that's okay for the summer, right?"

She nodded. "I have one myself. Keeping thoughts in order is really quite useful." Her brow wrinkled just slightly. "Although there are times when writing down particular thoughts do not help. But anyway," she grinned and waved a careless hand. "Summers are for being lazy, or so I am believing."

Hiding in one's alcove was considered lazy, right?

"Do you not have many classes then?"

"I have three," Ino said, "but two of them are on Monday, and then there's one today--Logically Speaking--which leaves me kinda free for the rest of the week. I have two whole days with nothing planned at all." She still had stuff to do, just nothing planned.

"Sometimes, instead of writing, you've got to do something," she nodded. "But writing is a good start."

"I have four," she said, "so I'm semi-busy, although one of my classes I did not sign up for and it's entirely awkward, so I'm hoping to survive it without dying of complete humiliation."

She nodded. "Easier said than done at times." Most of the time for her. "I've kept a journal for a couple of years now and it is amazing to see the difference then compared to now. Being free has its advantages, that's for certain."

"I got put in Arts & Crafts without my signing up for it," she said, "so I got off easy, I think. What did you get stuck in?"

"Free does and doesn't? I don't know--I don't want to backslide again." Ino shrugged a bit. "I only really started writing in one here, when I thought it would help. I'm a bit of the opposite way around--doing things, then thinking, so trying the opposite is a little harder."

"I'd much prefer Arts & Crafts to the class I'm stuck in. Seduction," she replied, cheeks pink. "It is not a subject in which I care to discuss in front of others."

Peneloped shrugged. "Well, my writing at home varies greatly from my writing here. There I had nothing but what happened inside the walls of my own home to write about. Here? Vastly different. It reads more like a... fictional tale," she grinned. "But I wish at times I were opposite. I'd like to do instead of think, perhaps knowing that it might serve me better if I did."

"Ack!" Ino said, twirling her pen around in one hand. "Now I definitely think I got lucky!"

She considered that.

"Obviously," she said, "they need to make some way to switch up traits a bit. You could get a bit of my doing and I could get some of your thinking and then we'd still be us, but only a little more what we want to be."

"You did!" she laughed. "Unless of course seduction is something you're good at."

She straightened the flower pin on her sweater, grinning with a small head bob. "How smart we would be," she declared. "Not allowing anyone to run us over with sarcasm while being witty enough to toss it right back in a much more pointed fashion. For once I'd like to leave jaws slacking and not because of the nose on my face." She blinked. "If there was a class that taught sarcasm, I would take it."

"Seduction isn't... really my style. There was a class though 'bout how to be a bitch last year," Ino noted. "Maybe another class like that'll be held."

Not that Ino needed lessons in that, when she was in the mood.

"Or you could just follow around one of the students you think fit that mold and try to see what they do?" Ino gave her a bit of a look. "And your face is fine."

"I'm certain it's not my style either. If I had a style. I mean seduction isn't even on my brain. But how to be a... bitch," she whispered that word, "sounds interesting."

That would no doubt be a hard class for her to take as well.

Her eyes went a little wide. "Um, no. Oh no. That couldn't possibly work," she said because she only knew one sarcastic person (at least to her) and following him around would only give her more reasons to want to hide.

She reached up, tapped her nose. "It's fine."

Ino raised her eyebrows at her. "Yeah," she said, very deliberately, "it's fine. Yeah, you've got something you want to get fixed. It doesn't make you a freak, or a weirdo, or anything else to me. I think you're pretty and that you're fine." And she coveted the hair.

"I don't know what to tell you 'bout the sarcasm then," she said, "it's not something you can get from a book."

Penelope tilted her head, glanced down. "I'm thankful you're among those that feel that way, so thank you."

She smiled. "I didn't think so. Maybe it's just not in me to be sarcastic so learning would defeat the purpose in who I am." She shrugged, grinned further. "Sometimes I would just like to be able to kick someone or something, whatever.. in the knee."

Somehow, Ino felt that what she'd said had gone in one ear and out the other.

"If you're going to kick someone, make it count. Maybe you've just got to find your attitude," she said mildly. "My attitude issues aren't the same as everyone else's after all--so, I guess, what makes you mad enough to speak up about things?"

Quite possibly so.

She considered what Ino said and wondered what exactly made her mad enough to say exactly what she thought?

"I... don't know, Ino. I've never been angry enough -- with my mother, on occassion, but I'm not sure that matters. I never talked back." Her grin was wry. "I just ran away from home."

"Well," she said, resisting the urge to sigh--how could anyone be such a, a mouse--and fiddling with her pen. "What makes you mad then? Not enough to talk, but enough to get angry inside."

"My mother, for one. And I suppose people who judge me without knowing me," she replied. "It hurts, but it makes me so mad that I want to smack them." Instead she cries. So yes, very much a mouse.

"Why don't you smack them?" Ino asked patiently. It was the sort of patience only her plants usually got to see. "Do you worry about getting hurt in return?"

"No, it's not that," she answered. "I think it's more that if I do, their opinion of me will only be confirmed by my actions, and that would ultimately defeat the purpose of trying to prove I'm just a normal girl."

She tried to wrap her mind around that.

"Penelope," she said, "what do you consider to be a normal girl--not about your nose, okay? But in general, personality-wise."

I do love mandarin oranges. *noms on*

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