Room 512, Monday evening

[rebelheartalien]

After coming back from Liir's room, Michael was lying on his bed with his face hidden in the pillow.

[ooc: door is closed, post is open]

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[flowering_mind]

After spending the afternoon handwavily training, Ino had remembered that Michael totally hadn't given her back her thermos yet.

So there she was; knocking.

[rebelheartalien]

"Nobody home!" called a muffled voice through the door. "Go away!"

[flowering_mind]

She put her hands on her hips. "Michael? What's going on?"

[rebelheartalien]

"Nothing! Not the time, Ino." That was almost pleading.

[gobrooke_urself]

Brooke closed the door behind her when she came in, armed with fabric. "I have no more money, like, at all, but totally worth it," she said, maybe not having noticed anything wrong yet as she was busy setting stuff on her bed.

[rebelheartalien]

He snuck a look out from the pillow, just to see what she was carrying.

"What're you making?"

[gobrooke_urself]

"Clothes," she answered. "About half a line's worth of clothes, actually, so let's hope I make a few less mistakes than I did last time."

She looked up at him, just catching a little bit of green. "Um."

[rebelheartalien]

"You make them?" he asked, determinedly not responding to the 'um'.