A/N: I conceived of this as something of a companion piece to Something to Come Home To, but it can easily stand alone.
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Ino is tired, but she is also filthy, stinking. She drags herself to the bathroom, lunges for the tub. Exhaustion claws at her, but sleep will not grant rest if she doesn't at least wash her hair. She's hardly put her head under the tap when she senses a presence that relaxes and rouses her at once.
"Rolling in mud again?" Sakura asks, fingers running over Ino's scalp.
"You should try a mud mask yourself- never take it off and you're set."
Sakura doesn't bother answering back; Ino is already dozing beneath her hands, finally content that she is home.
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Praise appreciated, concrit treasured, flames raspberried.