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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part III

And over here was another section of tables and chairs, still close to the food so no one accidentally starved while trying to avoid the masses.

[OCD is up! This is the SECOND post for general mingling. Use this post if your browser can't handle the comment load of the first mingling post. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here.]

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"I could," Warren acknowledged. "But then I'd have to, you know, actually socialize."

Clearly, socializing was hard.

Oh yes. Terribly hard.

"I could come up if you'd rather," she suggested.

Grinning. No, he wasn't getting rid of her that easily.

"No, I would really rather you didn't," Warren grumped, shuffling out a little farther on his branch still.

If he shuffled any more, it would break clean off.

"Don't you have some newbies to pester, or something," he ventured. "I'm sure there are new students out there who are almost as antisocial as I am."

"I've been pestering people all day," Ino said easily, amused by the shuffling and contemplating going up. "I think I got like, ten... or eleven, even twelve guys to take off their shirts today. That's some serious socializing there."

Ino might've lost track of how many guys she'd gotten shirtless today.

"Mine is staying on," came the cranky reply. "You'll have to make do with the socializing that you've done already."

He didn't mean to be such a grumpypants. Really. It was just the way he was made.

"Oooooh, just for that I'm coming up!"

Well. Really. She probably would've gone up there at some point anyway.

Warren was afraid of that.

"And what do you figure you're going to do while you're up here?"

He was also afraid of the answer, really.

She beamed sunnily at him, as she made her way easily up the tree. Chakra so made climbing things easier--you could stick to stuff with barely a thought!

"Guess!"

Be afraid Warren.

Warren was.

Very afraid.

"If I guess, I'll just end up giving you ideas," he pointed out. "The last thing I need is to be annoyed by a ninja with ideas."

As he should be!

Her smile, if anything, got even sunnier as Ino started carefully making her way across his branch. It was a good thing that she was so light.

"I have lots of ideas already," Ino informed him.

Warren was going to have to make a gamble, now. Either he could stay put and face the wrath and annoyance of Ino, or he could risk falling ten feet or so to the ground. And, while he was something of a resilient bugger, he wasn't in the mood for peeling himself off of the ground today, either.

A gamble, indeed.

Warren stayed put, eying her warily.

"Dare I ask?"

Ten feet was nothing! He should've taken that option, really.

Because now he had a determined Ino sitting down near him and attempting to throw her arms around him in a hug.

As you do.

Warren was now reciting a mantra in his head.

'I will not burst into flame and kill Ino. I will not burst into flame and kill Ino. I will not burst into flame and kill Ino.'

"Don't make me burst into flame and kill you," he grumped. Because sometimes, the mantra just didn't work.

Ino was like... a leech. And clinging all leech-like. Poor, poor Warren.

"You wouldn't," she said impishly. "You're better than that."

Warren was like... something that didn't like leeches. At all. And squirming. If he had salt handy, he'd sprinkle it on her to see if she'd melt.

"Are you so sure about that?"

... He really was better than that. Dammit.

She wouldn't! Ino was tenacious.

"If you keep squirming you're going to knock us out of the tree," she pointed out.

Awww. He was at a loss for biting words! Clearly the hug thing was working. "And yes, I seriously am." See her radiating confidence.

[And sleep time for me now zomg! SP good?]

Not. Going. To. Burn.

"What would it take to get you to let go of me?"

Warren was willing to bargain, here. Really.

To a point.

[SP is love!]

Ino pretended to consider her options.

Really. Very Very Seriously.

"Your shirt!" See how innocent she was? Terribly innocent.

Honest!

"I'm not taking off my shirt," Warren grunted. "Or my jacket. Or any other articles of clothing."

He was fond of being fully clothed. Really.

"Try again."

"I don't want to!" she protested, still all leech-like because letting go now would mean that he'd won. "You asked, I answered. Why not?"

"Is there any point? I don't feel like dragging around two shirts and a jacket today, okay?"

Warren's stubbornness was, in this case, certainly not helping his mood.

... Granted, he could leave the clothing up the tree.

"You could leave it in the tree," she pointed out logically. "Or tie your jacket around your waist and just carry the shirts."

A beat.

"And it's tradition."

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