<a href='https://intraspective.dreamwidth.org'>Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

Hinata knocked on the wood partition tentatively, a scroll clutched in her other hand. She bit her lip and hoped, really, that she wasn’t doing anything awful in being uninvited into a cabin that wasn’t hers.

No help for it.

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Glancing up from the textbook, Ino made a face at being interrupted. She couldn't decide if she was happy about it or not, but whatever. "Come in!"

You know, as much as you could ‘come in’ when it was just an alcove.

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Hinata slipped into the alcove. "Ino-san?"

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Yeah, Ino made a face at her book again. Great.

"Hey, Hinata-chan," Ino said, shutting her text with a snap. "What can I do for you?"

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"A s-scroll came for you," Hinata said, wishing that she hadn't noticed the expression Ino had made at her entrance.

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"Joy," Ino said, severely lacking enthusiasm. "Any idea what it says?"

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"I n-never checked," Hinata said, almost coolly. "I p-presume it was d-delivered to m-me only to e-ensure that y-you got it."

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Ino shrugged, but didn't deny it. "Give it here then."

Ugh. She did not need this.

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"It's f-from your father," she said, handing over the scroll. "I c-can't imagine w-what it says."

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That got a moment's pause as she glanced up and wondered if that was sarcasm. It sounded like sarcasm, but it was Hinata, so...

"I can," Ino replied, shaking her head and opening the scroll.

It was, surprisingly, short. That did not stop her from sighing.

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“B-Bad news?” Hinata asked curiously.

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Ino wrinkled her nose. “Nah,” she said reassuringly. “Just Dad wanting me home for Mom’s birthday, nothing that’s a big deal, really.”

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Hinata glanced at her and wondered if Ino-san could say that only because she’d always had a mother.

“W-When is i-it?” she couldn’t help but be curious.

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~~There is no brain. There is only Zuul.~~

He was through the curtain and staring at her like she might explode into confetti or perhaps sprout a flower from the top of her head.

"Ino, I have to make my father dinner. What should I make?"

...you're going to have to calm him down if you want to make sense of things. He was quite literally bouncing more than any coffee could have done.

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Ino had been brooding about the whole... going-home-thing.

Liir's question was greeted with a stare. "...what?"

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The green green eyes were practically glowing and it was hard to say if Liir's feet were actually touching the ground at any given moment.

"My father. My-- the-- prince. I'm the son of a prince and he's here and he came to the book shop and he's staying at the theatre and I have to make him dinner well I don't have to but I said I would and I'm going to bring it to him later and he hugged me and he's here and my father needs dinner what should I make you're smart tell me?"

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She... well.

Blinked at him.

"Can I get that again with, like, pauses and everything?"

...at least he was happy?

"And... sit down, please?"

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"I've tried the chair floats," he got out before he walked farther into the little cubby.

"My father. Fiyero. The one who... my father. The one who died ages ago before I was born. The one with the blue diamonds. He's here.

"He's here, Ino. He came into the book store this morning. I want you to meet him. You have to meet him. You're the most important person in the world to me and he's... he's him."

The green eyes were wet, but he didn't notice. He wouldn't notice even if a tear fell. It didn't hurt.

"He recognized me, Ino."

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Coherency was apparently not happening today from him. She got the general idea of it this time though.

Ino swung her legs over the edge of her bed and looked up at him.

"You're hard not to," she said, smiling. "What's he like?"

Fathers were, like, the last thing Ino wanted to talk about right now. But this was Liir, and this was his father, and...

She was just going to grin and bear it. No ruining his happiness.

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He swept her up into a hug, spinning once before letting them both flop onto her bed.

"I don't know. He's... he's proud. Not too proud. And he laughs. And he smiles. And he didn't mind me being me. And we're both a bit awkward. He's rather confused about everything here but he seemed happy to see me."

And that was the bit that kept making him smile. He was happy to see him. His father wanted him.

"He recognized me. He called me his son. I think he might even be proud of me, even if he was confused."

He grinned again.

"And he's covered in blue diamonds, just as I was that once. Do you remember?"

He reached a hand up and patted his own nose.

"We share this. He said I could use it as proof if anyone doubted me."

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The hug had gotten a squeak, the spinning had her clinging to him--because, hello, unexpected--and the flopping was much more her speed.

"Dork," she said, grinning at him. "Of course he'd be proud of you."

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"I still have to bring him dinner," he said. "He's staying at the playhouse for the moment, since he's come without any money and the theatre director's letting him stay. He came in for a play. Well, he said a book but the cover said it was a play and I figured it out from there."

He was breathing rather fast and still sort of bouncing.

"He's like the memories. From the stones. He's warm and kind and a little confused but he only came here yesterday. I gave him some books to help with that."

He didn't even have to say anything. Ino had to know how happy he was.

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She just smiled. It was obvious how happy he was.

"Your father's here, and you come running to tell me?" she teased him. "You should be glued to his side, I'd think."

It did, though, make her extremely happy to know that he'd rushed to tell her when he didn't have to.

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"I told him to explore a little so he'd get used to things," he admitted. "After all I want him comfortable here. I want him to stay. I don't want him to leave, after all. I gave him a little money and some books, like I said, and the summer ice I had in my bag."

Then he looked at her.

"Of course I had to come tell you.

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