With Ino, there was always a catch. It was a game Shikamaru had long gotten accustomed to since he was young, and in a way, he wasn't going to expect much more from her other than demands, demands, demands.
Finally taking the drink into his hand, he took in a big gulp and looked like he was thinking—this was something that didn't need much thought or consideration, because regardless of how he felt about this sudden intrusion upon his privacy, she was a friend. Who was he to turn down a friend—much less a childhood friend? He lowered his head a bit, before looking up to Ino with a look of indifference.
The usual.
"Okay."
He stared at her.
Condescendingly.
You know—the worst type of look to give Ino.
That look.
Yeah.
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