Room 504, Sunday Evening

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To say that Ino had been well pleased with her week was understating things more than a little, which meant that today (other than the brief period wherein 'today' had meant 'afternoon'' and she'd wound up talking to Squall), clearly, was a day meant for a) having chocolate and b) sprawling out on her bed in a tank top and shorts and playing with

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[puppy_fair]

Potato chips. Somewhere during the course of the evening, Zack had developed a hankering for some potato chips. And so he'd bit his happy Ino adieu, and he'd wandered off in search of them, a quest that had taken him off into town, because while he would eat a lot of things, the soggy stale things that he'd found in the common room were... not among them.

He was... probably understandably confused when his happy Ino was not as happy as she had been when he'd left, by the time he got back.

"Hey, Ino...? Are you okay?"

He'd brought her a bag, too, but they could probably wait.

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And he met her gaze today, head-on, and he nodded.

"I believe that."

He had to.

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She nodded, keeping her eyes on him.

"Okay." He wouldn't mind if she was just going to steal a kiss while they were doing all of that staring at each other, would he? "We should--do something. Somethin' constructive."

Soonish. Because Ino could feel things starting to fall down around her head again.

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Hey, Zack would never, ever mind Ino kisses. It was law. So there.

"We should," Zack mused, pursing his lips. "Maybe a trip to Midgar, this weekend? I'm sure there has to be someone there that can point me at a mission that I'll get something useful out of. And we can stock up on remedies while we're there."

He gave her a little grin.

"And you can test out that new materia of yours?"

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"By lettin' myself get hit?" she asked, poking him but smiling a bit more. "I can--yeah. I can do Midgar."

It wouldn't be the easiest thing, really, but she'd do it. Maybe working would help her.

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"Well, not letting yourself," Zack chuckled, poking her right back. "But, you know, if you do, you don't have to worry about it as much."

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"I know," she said, giggling just a little at the poke. "And I'm very glad of that, did you know?"

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"Well, that would make the both of us," Zack laughed. "All the same, I'd prefer if you didn't get hit at all."

He was a little protective, that way.

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"I try not to get hit," she said, closing her eyes. "That's goin' to have to be good enough, yeah."

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And at that, Zack gave her a little tug sideways, flopping over to lay down on the bed.

"I think that will totally do," he agreed.

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"Wanna leave Friday?" Ino asked, snuggling into their new position comfortably. "I think I'm on decoratin' duty, but I can drop that on the minions."

Otherwise known as Ino's underclassmen on the council.

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"I have nothing better to do on Friday," Zack noted, snuggling on back. This position was excellent for this sort of thing, wasn't it? Mmm, cozy. "It's as good a day as any to leave. And if we go early enough, we won't get caught up in all of the Portalocity insanity from people coming to the island, either."

After that thing back around Christmas, Zack was pretty bent on never getting caught during a busy time in the Portalocity terminal ever again.

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Never. Again.

"Definitely don't want to get caught," she agreed, toying with his shirt absently. "I think that's a good plan and we'll--head to Midgar and take it from there?"

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"We'll take it from there," Zack agreed. "I'll give Kunsel a call in the morning, let him know we're coming, see if he has any work for me to grab. Or maybe I can talk to Tseng. Either way, there will be missions in Midgar if I have to set out on my own two feet and find them."

Damn it, Lazard! Still no work!