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FTEC – Saturday [January 31]

Ino had the radio turned up, a little louder than she normally did while at work, and was slumped in her usual chair, legs over one of the arms, back resting in a position that was comfortable only because she’d had the thought to stuff a small pillow behind her for support. Her feet kicked at the air idly as she read and hummed along to the music.

All in all, it was very much business as usual, and Ino was quite fine with that.

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Ino is alternating between reading and singing along with the few songs she's managed to learn through pure repetition.

Ichigo entered the clinic, carrying a bag of pastries and a tray of hot chocolates. It was just his luck to walk in when Ino was singing and he winced. "Are you trying to make it rain?"

She stopped mid-way through a line and frowned at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He smirked and put both the food and the drinks on the counter. "That you can't sing."

He was living dangerous today.

Her frown deepened. "I can too."

Yes, yes he was.

"I don't know. Should I go check outside and see if it's still dry?" he asked, overly confident he was going to get out of this without bruises.

"If you want to die," she scathed, raising her chin. "I have a perfectly fine voice thank you very much."

And it was fine, though not amazing or anything like that, it was just... totally untrained.

"Uh huh. Course you have," he nodded and slid her drink across the counter. "Did you use it to talk to Liir?"

She glowered at him, and took her drink.

"Hmph."

"No then," he decided, leaning against the counter as he opened the bag of pastries and he held it out for her.

"I haven't seen him since then," she said, frowning at him.

"Okay," he raised an eyebrow and glanced into the bag. "Not good?"

"The pastry is fine," she said, wriggling her fingers for it. "Sorry. I just, augh, I don't know. I don't want to go and talk to him when I'm not sorry."

"That's fine," he said easily, leaning forward across the counter to kiss her.

She quirked a grin at him, before leaning over to meet that kiss.

Mmmm, kisses. "Hey."

"Hey," he said, smiling gently at her as he straightened up and held the bag out again. "You need to eat if you want to sing."

She reached for the bag. "That a law now?"

"Yes," he nodded. "If you don't, I have permission to strap you to one of the beds and force feed you."

...

...

"...kinky," she decided. Mostly because hopefully it'd fluster him.

"It's not..." He started before the flustering caught up with him and he turned brightly red. "Shut up!"

She glanced into the pastry bag, debating what she wanted.

"You're the one that said it!"

"It was a threat," he grumbled crankily.

There's nurses!

So, sleeeeep, and then around!

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