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Room 504, Saturday Afternoon
Jan. 8th, 2011 01:59 pmBeing back in Fandom was a peculiar… sort of disconnect.
Ino was curled up on hers and Zack’s pushed together beds and pretending to read. Which was rather futile because she knew it was pretence and so it would have been more productive to actually do something…
But she didn’t really feel like it. There were a lot of things she had to think on, but those thoughts felt almost like she was clinging to broken glass in her hands, and that hurt.
Like a toothache, however, she couldn’t quite stop poking at them. Even when doing so only hurt things more.
And, turn the page. Keeping up appearances, even just to herself, was important.
She was supposed to be reading. Would claim to be reading.
But her gaze wasn't on the book.
[Open door and post!]
Ino was curled up on hers and Zack’s pushed together beds and pretending to read. Which was rather futile because she knew it was pretence and so it would have been more productive to actually do something…
But she didn’t really feel like it. There were a lot of things she had to think on, but those thoughts felt almost like she was clinging to broken glass in her hands, and that hurt.
Like a toothache, however, she couldn’t quite stop poking at them. Even when doing so only hurt things more.
And, turn the page. Keeping up appearances, even just to herself, was important.
She was supposed to be reading. Would claim to be reading.
But her gaze wasn't on the book.
[Open door and post!]
