For someone who’s lost her mother at an early age, it is natural for Ino to feel personally offended whenever she deems that someone has been an asshole to their mother. Sasuke doesn’t know how lucky he is to still have his mother around.
Alive.
But she figures that this is something Mikoto doesn’t wish to discuss and the change of topic makes her slip an arm around the older woman’s, a grin lighting up her eyes.
“I was thinking… blue? Or maybe purple?” Her grin widens. “And we should put some flowers in his hair!”
— { ♣ } — She blinks at the sudden touch, glancing up at the new sparkle in the girl’s eyes and smiles in turn. Thank the good Kami she hadn’t pried, who knows what she would have spilled in turn. What a sweet child… Maybe her and her eldest would be a better match?
“Purple… Hm, while those colors may be nice, wouldn’t something much brighter suit his lovely complexion and personality? What do you think, Ino-chan?” She laughs at her further suggestions, “Really, it’s as if you want him to burn down all our clothing in retaliation!”
