"Comments like that are why I'm his favourite and you're not," Ino retorted, her hair grabbing the Kleenex box off the nightstand and lobbing it in his direction.
"Wouldn't mind talkin' to you myself," Ino admitted, glancing at... er... Silver Fox Tseng.
And even knowing what his hair being loose meant, she couldn't help but concede (if only to herself) that he looked damn fine with it down.
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"Wouldn't mind talkin' to you myself," Ino admitted, glancing at... er... Silver Fox Tseng.
And even knowing what his hair being loose meant, she couldn't help but concede (if only to herself) that he looked damn fine with it down.