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FTEC – Saturday [December 13]

Ino had a million and one things she could be working on while at the clinic. She was, for the most part though, just staring at the entrance with deliberate thoughtfulness. And trying not to sigh. She didn’t need loads more things to have to consider and fret about right now.

If anyone asked, she was practicing her mental walls.

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He leaned forward and reached up to tap his finger against her temple. "Where's your brain?"

"It ran away," she said dryly, rolling her eyes.

"You mean you had one?" he teased, pulling her hair lightly.

"Yes," she said, frowning at him. "Of course I've one."

He grinned. "Learn something new every day," he teased her.

She sighed. "You're in a good mood."

Ichigo shrugged. "Not particularly. Why?"

"I don't know," she said, poking at her pancakes. "I think I'd have rathered you in a bad mood today."

"Huh."

He stared at her for a moment, remembering all the times people had told him to stop frowning. It wasn't that he was in a terribly good mood, but he wasn't in a bad one either since there wasn't anyone bugging him.

He pulled away, grabbing his box with pancakes. "Why?"

She shrugged a bit.

"What are we?"

Of course she had to ask that question when he'd just taken a bite, which resulted in Ichigo coughing and trying not to choke on his pancake.

"What?" he asked, his face brightly red from the coughing.

"What are we?" Ino asked, staring more at her food than at him.

Well, his good mood was quickly evaporating into... He wasn't sure what.

"I don't know," he said dumbly, staring at her. "What do you think we are?" He didn't know if he wanted to stick a word on it, as if that somehow would make it more complicated.

She fiddled with her hair, before eating a bite of pancake.

"That's up to you, I think, since we're working at your pace here."

He raised an eyebrow. "But you think it's too slow."

"Not really," she said, eating a bit more. "I mean, okay, I'm not so great with the normal relationship thing, but I'm trying this, and I don't mind it at all. I just... wondered what we were."

All Cal's fault.

He wasn't very great at normal either and he poked at his pancake. "We're... us."

"I know," she said, a bit frustrated. "I know that. But what is us?"

His eyebrows knitted together and he was trying to understand what was going on, why she suddenly wanted to talk about it. "What exactly do you want me to say?"

"I don't know," she said sullenly. "I just want to know what you think?"

"Is something wrong," he asked, because it felt like there had to be.

"No? I mean, I don't know, but yeah."

...because that really made sense, Ino.

"What is it then?" he asked, wondering if she was mad cause he hadn't visited last week.

"It's all Cal's fault," she muttered, groaning and ducking her head.

"Cal?" he repeated, the name was familiar and he thought he remembered talking to him once. "Why? What's he got to do with it?"

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