Chapter 50: A Failing
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Each woman he talked to was quite pleasant, both in face, body and mind. Yamato enjoyed their easy conversations to hear their hard accents.
They all seemed relatively interested in him until they caught onto Ino's intense, constant stare and bolted. It seemed that they all believed she was some deranged ex, or slighted fiancé, and Yamato was just unwilling to talk about it. Like he had told Ino, he had never been good at lying in social situations like this, when nothing was really at risk. Each lady saw through his lies that he did not know that woman at all.
And well, the women had been interested more interested in not getting murdered than his company. And the way the teenager was glaring at them, Yamato could not blame them. He would tell Ino to back off and inform her she was the one undermining her plan. But it worked towards his favor and so he did nothing to curtail her staring.
Eventually they were kicked out at closing, Ino wobbling dangerously on her feet. For once, she was the drunker one.
"Hussies! All of um!"
"Yes, Ino," Yamato sighed as he slung one of her arms around his shoulder and began walking them back to their inn.
Ino pouted, lips dyed from their speciality drink in to a light, cool purple and not her usual soft pink. It looked a little odd, especially in the fuzzy lantern light, but he still thought her gorgeous.
She had been oddly obsessed over this, and Yamato did not know if he should be worried or curious. But honestly, it was just a little too awkward for him to allow the girl he held his affections for to set him up.
"We'll get them, next time," Ino slurred confidently.
"Of course."
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Theme: 064. Periwinkle
Word Count: 300
Posted: 11.1.2014
