[u][b]Luke Schwarz-- Hall Observation[/b][/u]

[url=https://youtu.be/T9MOaxcdmYg][i]Hm?[/i][/url]

A familiar curtain of long, straight black hair brushed past him, the slightly taller Mistralese Huntress's longer strides eating up ground more quickly than his own. 

[i]Ah. Miss Gratia.[/i]

The astute observation was very nearly followed by a tap on the shoulder to grab her attention and offer congratulations for her victory over his teammate, but the fistic hunter-to-be thought against it, for a multitude of reasons, upon further observation. She was obviously preoccupied, what with the course guidebook in her hands being voraciously devoured by her mind one last time, and the headphones wrapped around her ears, filling her immediate world with just herself and her music as opposed to a hall full of people trying to talk...

Saving the odd metaphors for English Class a few periods away, he also reminded himself that she was quite clearly--and quite understandably--annoyed with the outcome of her match against Cian. Bringing that up again and yanking her out of her own brief period of time before the next class to do it?

[i]Poor form. Definitely poor form. 

I don't want to have a hole stared through me [u]again[/u]![/i]

And so, he allowed the outstretched hand to drop back into his pocket, keeping on pace as normal.

It was all a matter of timing, and now wasn't the time.