Finally.
Except she couldn't find her purse.
Upon forcing herself onto Shikamaru, Ino had proceeded to haul--well, okay, she hired some other guys to do the hauling--as much of her crap as she could into his tiny one bedroom apartment; suitcases and boxes were now scattered wherever there was room, most of them spewing clothes and shoes onto the floor. She'd already stuffed Shikamaru's closet full of stuff that absolutely had to hang or die of wrinkles, but other than that, she hadn't yet organized anything.
Her purse was... somewhere in the orgy of clothes, and she frantically searched for it as Naruto banged down the door, annoyed that she'd been all ready and he was the one that got to complain.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Shut up!" she hollered, before finally snatching her purse up, previously lost under a pile of other purses. Stomping over to the door, she yanked it open and glared. Chouji would be cowering. Naruto probably would not.
"Some prince you are," she snapped, inspecting him pointedly. After he went through all that to get her to beautify herself, he didn't even bother getting dressed up. It didn't look like he even bothered bathing.
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