Wellspring Arms & Meditation Centre, Wednesday

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It probably looked like she wasn't doing anything as she sat in Cable-san's chair with her eyes closed.

That, however, was wrong.

Meditation was the goal for today and, after her class, it became a game to see how far in she could reach in herself. Which, admittedly, wasn't the same as finding out how far she could go on someone else.

But Ino doubted she'd get a volunteer to let her try that on the island.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

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Talk to Ino

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Who will open her eyes, really.

Re: Talk to Ino

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max was a big guy, and most of the time he didn't bother walking softly, so his footsteps were pretty distinctive. It was entirely possible that Ino wouldn't have to open her eyes to identify who'd just walked in the door and was striding toward her.

Re: Talk to Ino

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Not to mention the fact that his presence was easily recognizable as well.

Ino's eyes blinked open before he reached the counter.

"Centurion."

And her voice was--careful. That was a purposeful stride, she thought.

Re: Talk to Ino

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Ino," he returned. His face held a tight little smile.

"How have you been?" And wasn't that a loaded question. Intentionally so, in fact.

Re: Talk to Ino

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She looked like she hadn't been sleeping much, and the weight she'd lost hadn't been gained back, but--at least she hadn't drawn a weapon on him yet?

That was improvement! Of course, he also hadn't attacked her yet…

That smile of his made her dubious.

The question made her stiffen up. He knew more about how she was than most people on the island, after all. "I'm fine," she said, eyes wide and guileless. "I've been keeping busy, thinking of seeing if Kappa Delta Gremlin will take members who're late to sign up. Need to bug Jono about the band."

Apparently she was picking 'avoidance' as her route for the moment.

Re: Talk to Ino

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh."

Max considered that.

"Do you remember me suggesting that you talk to someone?" he asked after a couple of seconds.

Re: Talk to Ino

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She crossed her arms over her chest and looked even more dubious.

"Maybe."

That was a 'yes' in reluctant teenager speak.

Re: Talk to Ino

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Have you?" Funny, that didn't actually sound like a question.

Though, given how Ino looked, that wasn't a surprise. She didn't look like a girl who was talking through her problems. At least not to someone who knew as much as Max did about the situation.

Re: Talk to Ino

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Um.

Erm.

"Ish...?" she tried, feeling like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Ish, it should be noted, wasn't really a word.

Re: Talk to Ino

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh."

Max eyed Ino doubtfully.

Still, might as well get down to business. "I still think you should. And I have someone in mind for the job."

Re: Talk to Ino

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"Why should I?" she asked, frowning at him. "I'm--managing."

She'd gotten a new job! She'd changed worlds! She was repressing everything!

She was Totally Fine!

Re: Talk to Ino

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"You're not," Max countered. "Though I have no desire to demonstrate that little fact again."

Besides, she was managing somewhat. Not enough, from his perspective, but she wasn't nearly as ragged as she had been.

Re: Talk to Ino

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Ino," Triela called as she walked through the door.

She'd brought lunch.

Re: Talk to Ino

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Ino smiled slightly.

"Hey you," she replied, stretching as she gave the other girl a look over. "What's up?"

Re: Talk to Ino

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Lunch," Triela answered with a matching smile. "I couldn't remember if you liked burgers." But she hoped Ino did, because that's what was in the bag she held up.

Re: Talk to Ino

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Ino wrinkled her nose cheerfully.

"Considerin' you're bringing me lunch," she observed, "being picky would be absolutely rude. I'm totally okay with burgers. Come sit down."

Re: Talk to Ino

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

So Triela did. Then she started pulling styrofoam containers out of the bag and setting them out.

"So..." Triela sucked at small talk.

"What's up?"

Re: Talk to Ino

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That made Ino snicker, just a bit, as she leaned forward.

"Did I tell you?" she said lightly, "That I've got a new pet?"

Sure, she could do small talk. It was easy.

Re: Talk to Ino

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Good. Someone was going to need the skill in this conversation.

Triela leaned forward in a posture that kind of, sort of looked like interest. If you squinted. "You didn't."

Re: Talk to Ino

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"I did," she said, eyes wide. "Can you guess what it is?"

That much, at least, she could. Even if Triela was probably going to make her laugh at some point.

Re: Talk to Ino

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Is it a cat?" Many students at Fandom seemed to favor the fuzzy little things.

Re: Talk to Ino

[intraspective]

It was a little fuzzy thing, but...

"Not a cat," she said cheerfully, reaching for one of the burgers. "Try again."

Meditation Room

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Mod your zen, or ask Ino for help.

Shooting Range

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Only with permission.

OOC

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*sleepz*