[it's a wise move on Yuri's part, far more rational than anything his companion has cooked up today. the best that Hazel can do is recognize her present erratic behavior has slipped below the radar and feel some sense of gratitude for that; whatever she's doing to herself is a private matter, at least for the moment. small mercies.]

Pretty sure luck left the building a long fucking time ago.

[or one could say it slipped out through a back alley. har har.

bitter jokes aside, the stairway was now within reach and her time to make an escape was at hand. with a salute as dry as the other novice's words had been she turns on her heel and breaks step with Yuri, sliding into the doorway with only a pause to deliver a more 'proper' goodbye.]

Try not to get pink eye cleaning that fucking stuff off, huh?

[bizarrely, for how poorly that could easily be taken she really does mean that caution. bodily fluids are no jokes, especially not after mingling with god knows what on the journey up here. having done some fragment of her social duty - as if it mattered after everything else - she departs.



for the record, she absolutely did get chewed out by the teacher she returned her uniform to. it almost made the angsting over her emotional instability seem like a more attractive option.]