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FTEC – Saturday [December 20]

Ino... hated the world today.

Because she was stuck in the clinic (thanks a lot, Cable-san) and it was so gorgeous out. It was only the fact that she was obligated to be here, and the fact that it was, after all, on orders that she’d even taken this job, that Ino was at the clinic today.

So she was curled up in the chair, absently rereading her notes on the scrolls.

And sulking. A lot.

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Ino is here! Sulking!

This was crazy, this was insane. This was... Highly annoying.

It was fairly certain that Ichigo was intending to tell Ino all of this. Except that once he made his way to the door of the clinic, Ichigo was well... Stuck. Why didn't foxes have opposable thumbs? Because being a fox sucked, obviously.

He growled at the door to the clinic and jumped up against it, using his weight to get it to open.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The thud of something hitting the clinic door made her look up, and when she saw the door opening but no one entering Ino raised herself up in her chair to better see.

And, uh, saw a fox. Awww. "Hi?" Ino said dubiously. "Can I help you?"

Who knew? It might be a student, or a newcomer, or something.

Instantly Ichigo started his tirade at Ino, which came out as nothing but a series of bark and whines.

Damn right she could help him! She could go find someone who could fucking get him back to having hands and feet, dammit!

"I'm sorry," she said, hiding a smile and coming around the desk to get a better look at the animal. "I don't speak fox, you know."

Course she didn't and Ichigo let out an annoyed whine, he snapped his teeth at her ankles and then... Quickly moved to jump on her chair. At least he tried, but having four feet wasn't easy and he ended up sliding underneath it instead.

Ino couldn't help it--she laughed, kneeling down to look under her chair.

"You okay?"

Ichigo wasn't sure if foxes could scowl, but he was damn well trying. He slipped from under the chair again and stood up against it, looking expectantly at Ino.

The scowling just made him look cuter, really.

"I don't think so," Ino told him. "That's my chair, not yours."

Exactly and who else did she know that took her chair?

He dropped to his four feet, moved back a little and tried that whole jumping thing again. He got on, but not entirely and he had to scramble to get his hind legs on the seat at well.

She contemplated the fact that a fox had stolen her chair all the while trying not to giggle too much at his valiant struggles to get on it.

A quick glance at the clock said that, really, if he were keeping to the schedule they'd wound up with, Ichigo really ought to have been here by now. Ino glanced back at the fox.

"I don't suppose," she said, very dryly, "that you'd have seen a orange-haired guy 'round these parts, would you've?"

Ichigo sat his ass down on the chair, his tail curling around his legs and he barked once at Ino. The bark might have sounded something like "I am him, you dumbass".

"You see," Ino said lightly, reaching out one hand to maybe try petting him, "normally he'd do something like steal my chair and then I'd sit on him, but I don't think I can do something like that right now."

He barked once. Once was agreeing, right? And decided that letting her pet him could do no harm. Maybe she'd figure things out that way.

"What am I supposed to do with you, Ichigo?" Ino asked, wrinkling her nose at him in amusement.

He looked relieved and barked again, turning his head to lick her hand. He'd be embarrassed about that in a second.

Awwwww.

"You make an awfully cute fox," Ino told him, wriggling her fingers in his fur. "Did you know that?"

He let out a growl, indicating that no, he didn't think he made a cute fox. He'd rather make a normal teenage boy, thank you very much.

"Shush," Ino said, leaning over to try and press a kiss to his wee little head. "I think you're cute."

He sighed and nuzzled underneath her chin, his nose cold and wet. He preferred being cute and human.

She flinched, giggling a bit.

"Cute," she said again, smiling.

"And the big question, though, is would you rather be taken care of by me, or by Ender 'til you're back to yourself?"

Ichigo grumbled, thinking that he didn't need anyone to take care of him. Maybe just to open door. Stupid lack of opposable thumbs. Or to find him food.

Okay, fine. He licked her chin.

Ino has made her escape and left the nurses to deal with any issues!

Hurrah for the weekend, yes.

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