The Perk, Sunday Late Morning

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Ino was bored.

Bored bored bored! Which was why, of course, she wound up at the Perk and talked them into giving her whipped cream with a little bit of hot chocolate. They barely even put up a fight this time about it! Ino was impressed.

… She thought she might've just worn them down, really, if she was being honest.

So now Ino was going to take her not-really-a-drink and flop down in a chair over by the windows so she could peer outside at people. And settle down to see what she could 'sculpt' with her whipped cream, a spoon, and a stir stick.

Curing boredom, clearly, meant she had to be inventive. And no, Ino did not particularly care that she was closer to seventeen than seven.

She was totally allowed to play with her food.

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Kitty hadn't been in the mood for like real coffee or anything, but something like a frappucino couldn't hurt. So after getting hers from the counter and on her way to the door, she noticed Ino. "New form of art?" she guessed.

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Ino grinned at her.

"Do you like it?" It looked vaguely like a snowman, that being the easiest thing to attempt with whipped cream.

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Kitty tilted her head as if studying it for critique, then decided, "I really do. How much whipped cream do you have in there?" She looked at her own cup, woefully under-whipped-creamed in comparison. Granted, she'd actually come here for something to drink, not sculpt.

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Ino glanced thoughtfully at her cup.

"I think I have maybe an inch of hot chocolate," she said finally. "The rest is whipped cream."

Which was rather terrifying considering Ino had ordered an extra large hot chocolate.

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"Just for the artwork?" she asked curiously. The thought had never occurred to her.

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"And for drinking!" Eating? "But mostly for the artwork right now. I was bored," Ino explained, eyes amused.

"You wanna sit?"

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"Sure, thanks," she said, taking a seat. "I'm starting to think like writing Emails and stuff when I'm bored is unoriginal."

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"If I did that," Ino laughed, "my e-mail would just be 'I am bored! Entertain me!' and that wouldn't really help, I don't think? Are yours more thrilling?"

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"Longer. Like a lot longer," Kitty said. "Depending on who it's to, I could probably fill up like a whole afternoon adding new stuff in, and then sending texts telling them to Email me back already."

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"How do you find so much to talk about?" she asked, poking at her snowman with her stir stick.

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"I don't know. It's just all kind of there, I guess. Like everyone I'd talk to is so far away, so I can tell them all about what goes on here. The fact that laundry attacked means there's a lot to explain, you know? And I always have like a billion questions about what's going on on their side of things." And when X-Men popped up from other realities, that kept conversation going.

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"Get much laundry?" she teased. It was funny now that it wasn't happening. "They think you're telling lies ever? I know a lot of people have that problem."

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"I get a lot of 'no, really?' and stuff like that," she said. "I didn't get too much, but I think waking up with a shirt like trying to smother you is enough. Did you get a lot?"

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"Mostly tank tops tryin' to strangle me," she sighed, then wrinkled her nose cheerfully. "Not how I expected to wake up, to be honest. And socks are harder to catch than you'd think they'd be when they're animated."

[Fleeing to the store! Back in a bit!]

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"Huh. You know, I never thought about that before- for some enormously strange reason- but the sock thing really makes sense," she mused.

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"They're small and quick," she said, eyes wide. "And come in pairs. One can attack while you're looking for the other."

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"It's so wrong for them to be that coordinated when it's so easy to lose just one of them forever in the dryer," Kitty decided.

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"That's not their fault though," Ino giggled. "The dryer monster eats them."

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Kitty opened her mouth to speak, then said, "In this town, I have to wonder if that's real."

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"I really don't advise getting turned into a sock to check that," she noted. "I suppose we could investigate the dryers though, see if we spot anything?"

Clearly, while non-sockified.

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"I think we could do that," she agreed. "If only to like, save all the poor socks that might otherwise be forever lost."

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"And spare people having to replace their socks all the time."

Because, seriously, the amount of times a year people had to buy new socks...

"...What do we do if there is a monster down there?"

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"We... I don't know. Give it a talking-to? Ask it to stop?" she said. "I doubt it'd be dangerous or anything. I mean, socks."

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"What if it sent an army of living socks after us?" Ino pointed out. "It could maybe do that."

What was sad was she wasn't sure if she was joking or not. Oh Fandom.

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"Or maybe the socks would just be like grateful to get away from the monster," Kitty said. "They might not be hostile socks if they did come pouring out of there or anything."