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Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

Damn, it was good to be on the island.

Daaaaaaaamn, it was so good to be on the island. And sure, the room he'd grabbed at The Arms wasn't his dorm room, but he had a real, honest-to-gods bed here, instead of the lumpy couch Reno had been sleeping on for the past little while, and that alone made the whole trip worth it.

Well, the bed and the minibar. He was going to have to coordinate some kind of drinking outing with the guys before he took off again, maybe. In the meantime, he'd pick up his cellphone and leave some ~~handwavey~~ messages telling his buddies on the island where he could be found.

And then? Then he was going to flop backward on that amazing friggin' bed and just sprawl.

Oh, hell yeah.

[Door's open, and if you figure you'd get a call, you totally did. Mmmm, feels like home.]

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"Yeaaah," Ino said, "but I ain't going to want to be the one to volunteer for that bit of training."

Yeah, no.

And that? That earned a laugh.

Possibly a much-needed one, considering life lately.

"What, you don't wanna get shot at?"

... Reno was weird. He kind of enjoyed the thrill of it.

"Not 'til I'm faster anyway," she mused. "And that'd suck getting hit."

"Usually does," Reno agreed, still downright chipper, considering the conversation. "Hurts like a sonofabitch!"

Really. Way too chipper. What the hell, Reno?

...

Ino squinted at him.

"Do you like getting hurt or something?"

"Keeps me from gettin' bored and fallin' asleep on the job," Reno noted with a shrug.

Nothing like gunfire to get the adrenaline going in the morning!

Ino laughed.

"Fair point, guess I shouldn't throw stones 'bout other people and pain."

Said the girl who cheerfully cut her arms up for practice in healing them. Ino had no stones to throw.

"Oh, throw 'em all you want," Reno snorted, "but make it count when you do. If I get hit by a rock, I wanna know it."

Yeah, he was just being a dork, now.

"Nah," Ino said. "Logs would be easier to drop on your head."

She could go with dorkitude.

"You gotta get 'em over my head, first," Reno pointed out, perhaps a little smug. "How you figure you're gonna do that?"

Ino grinned at him. "Teleportation?"

That was skipping a lot of intermediate steps, but.

Well, that earned a quirked eyebrow.

"You know how to do that kinda stuff?"

Because Reno really didn't. Though it kind of looked like he could, sometimes. He was still taking up the space in between the two points on the way there.

"Not really," Ino admitted, "but that's what it looks like to civilians, at least."

Aaaand then Reno was laughing again.

"Yeah, that is what it looks like," he agreed. "Runnin' around so quick they don't even know you're gone, yet? Or you got some other trick up your sleeve?"

"It's a substitution," she said, tilting her head at him. "Like--"

Her hands flashed through a series of seals, and she murmured the jutsu under her breath. She disappeared from the bed, a log appearing in a puff of smoke in her place.

Ino twirled in the door. "--that."

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Reno was now staring at the log.

And then staring at Ino.

...

"You wanna maybe get that offa my bed now, Rookie? I ain't sleepin' with that tonight, yo."

He was impressed. Heck, he sounded impressed, even. But logs just didn't do it for him.

She laughed, pleased, and wandered back to the bed to tug the log off the bed.

"I'll take it when I go," Ino promised. "The logs don't disappear."

There was another moment of incredulous staring, and then some more laughter. Because... You kind of had to laugh, really.

"Good. Because I'd hate to have to explain that one to the maid in the mornin', yo. Unless I make up some story like the log is my good buddy. It's Fandom. They'd buy that."

"It's kinda sad that they totally would," she said, giggling. "They'd probably believe you if you told them it was a new student too. Give it, like, sunglasses and a cape and it'd pass."

Her world was frequently ridiculous, really.

Get Reno drunk enough, and he'd do it anyhow for 25 Gil and the next round of drinks.

Ridiculous was all in the eye of the beholder, really.

"Sunglasses an' my spare suit. I'll name it Rude, yo."

Ino laughed.

"Now I'm tempted to give it to you! You can bring it back to Gaia and tuck it into Rude's bed."

Oh. Oh the laughter, it was epic, now.

"Beats ferret shit!"

Damn, Reno had missed bullshitting with rookies like this.

"He might throw log!Rude at you though," Ino noted.

Then laughed. "But you're fast enough to avoid it!"

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