He scowled as Ino pulled on his ponytail, pulling his head back, but instead of making a motion to have her stop, he went with the motion. It hurt less that way, and it took a lot less effort to just go along with the motion instead of protesting and arguing and all that unnecessary stuff. He just stared at her momentarily through squinted eyes until she let go, slumping forward on his desk once again, regardless of the fact that Ino was there.
Her and her fatass stick thighs or whatever the adjective was.
"What," he finally answered, about a couple minutes after the initial tug on his ponytail. He liked to take his time, and Ino was no exception to the clause.
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