ooc: weasel dances on the dash
ooc: weasel dances on the dash
|[Wraps a scarf around her neck.] It's getting cold these days.|
[Wraps arms around him]
Thank you. This is really warm but-
You should also look out for yourself. You’re not used to the winter here, are you?
"And I love you too."
He gently lifted her fringe away from her face, and tucked flaxen locks behind her ear, as was his habit.
"But do you love me enough to tell me?"
He was teasing, of course. She needn’t tell him a single thing.
It was either the fact that she had missed him during his excursion out of the school, or just the effect Itachi had on her, but his touch left her spellbound. Perhaps she was caught inside his technique… willingly so.
But no, that surely couldn’t be right. His chakra was not at all stable for him to be performing jutsu and then- he said something to break the spell.
She flushed horribly but refused to part with the truth. Because many people’s guilty pleasures were so innocent and lovely (Itachi’s included) that her own made her feel like the biggest pervert since Jiraiya.
Being a classy lady was becoming harder and harder. She felt twice as bad because he was meant to be ill and she ought to be looking out for his health, not trying to force him into uncomfortable scenarios and unknown ventures in the intimacy spectrum.
That was why, to keep him loving her, she squirmed and revealed something else - but not as detrimental so that it would affect his opinion of her.
"It’s not really lying…" She reassured herself grimly. “I’m only truth slanting.”
"LOVE TO SHOP! But really, Itachi-San! Get back to bed! You should be resting, not walking about and welcoming pneumonia in your compromised state!"
"…Hello Ino." He stared at the blonde for several long seconds - he was not sonar equipment to be turned on at someone else’s leisure. Even if they said please.
"You can borrow ours."
The florist wasn’t able to differentiate whether he was glaring at her or it was the illusion his white eyes made set against such dark brows. It was hard to tell since it had been at least two years since she had last seen him, though he looked just the same as she remembered him from Konoha. Same long hair and loping grace, same white eyes- and same curtness. At least he let her borrow their can opener.
"Thank you! I’ll return it to you soon!!" When she had acquired the location, she turned to leave- but could not resist rankling his cool demeanour a little.
"Oh oh! When Hinata’s back from the club, tell her I said hiii~" Ino winked, dashing down the corridor.
"… You’re not going to leave until I tell, will you?"
"Fine. It’s food."
|[ casually plops this here ] ♖|
"Especially not revealing this to you!”
After all, what would his mother say?
"No no nooo! I won’t say it!!"
It was too embarrassing.
"When I- his- I- I mean nothing!!"
|its a vibrator ino|
Shikamaru expected as much from the blonde, so when she asked (kind of demanded, actually) that he expound upon his answer, he already had one lined up.
"You’re courageous, and love deeply. You’re not one of those pretty girls with a bad attitude, and that makes you shine."
There was plenty more he could add on but that was enough for now—Ino had many admirable traits.
What could he pick? There was such a huge variety, right? Maybe it was that she was such an amazing kunoichi and how incredibly professional she was on missions, or her incredible stamina in maintaining all the little jobs she did… or-
Wait, his answer came a lot swifter than she had expected. It lacked his usual snarky comments, regarding her delusions about Sasuke and she was surprised to hear that he said she did not have a bad attitude. And even-
Chuckling softly, Itachi gently poked her on the tip of her nose. “That would be entirely helpful, yes.”
She slipped an arm around him, pulling him closer and hoping to deliver some warmth to his pasty skin. She leaned in, lowering her voice so that it was barely above a whisper.
"Keep loving you forever. Passionately, softly, tenderly, warmly. badly, insanely, madly, kindly…"
"I want to love you with all the types of love there are in the world."
|*gives present* ((its a cornbrator, a vibrator shaped like an ear of corn, yes this is a real thing))|
Ooh! A present! How exciting- and something useful too!
"What a weird weapon. What does it do?"