Room 512, Tuesday

[rebelheartalien]

Michael had called in sick to the diner.

He wasn't sick. He didn't get sick. He just didn't want pudding in his hair.

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[flowering_mind]

Ino was totally just wandering the halls. Not at all wondering why Michael hadn't been at the diner and worrying that he was sick. She'd oh so handwavily popped down to Luke's after talking to Annette and finding it closed was...

Totally wandering. Yes. Not worried at all. Shut up.

Oh, hey! His door was open! Ino oh so casually peered around the door frame and saw him. Well. He looked okay. She should say something, right? Uhhh...

"...Hey?"

[rebelheartalien]

He was lying on his bed with a book, which was quickly put down.

"Ino. Hey."

[flowering_mind]

"You weren't at the Diner," Ino said, staying by the door. "I thought you worked Tuesdays..?"

Well. This was awkward.

[rebelheartalien]

"I do." He shrugs. "There's weird weather."