Even with her finger on the doorbell almost the entire time, it still took Shikamaru close to ten minutes to answer. Ino could remember that, the first time she came to visit, she'd given up after about two minutes, called his phone, heard it ring through the door, then went right back to holding her finger down on the buzzer.
Now, she didn't even bother to check if he was there. He was. She just needed to be persistent.
When he finally opened the door, she smiled radiantly, all too prepared to sell this. "Shikamaru!"
Then he shut it in her face.
(But he didn't lock it.)
Ino took that as a favorable sign, swinging the door open herself, still smiling. Sadly, she was used to getting the cold shoulder from Shikamaru, especially if he was in a bad mood--which, apparently, he was right now--but that only meant she would have to work him a little harder.
No problem.
Without hesitation, she swept into the apartment like she owned it, flinging her purse down on the couch, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"So! What's up?"
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