[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3ua3YY5.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][indent]Murasame had agreed to help her, which was good because he’d almost offered a reasonable solution before that. Instead, they were going to do things the [i]right[/i] way. The [i]stealth[/i] way. As he placed himself broadly between her and Izuna’s group, she blinked, trying to piece together their strategy. 

[color=2dc9e5]“Just try an' keep up with my pace, okay? I ain't gonna be able to see ya while I'm going.”[/color]

His words were like WB40 to the gears of her mind; suddenly everything was buttery smooth. She aligned herself behind him, bouncing on the balls of her feet until, finally, he started to move. Holding the WcDenji’s bag close to her chest, she brought her shoulders in to make herself as small of a target as possible. But that wouldn’t account for the gap left by each big-ol’-boy step he took. 

No problem. She could keep up. 

Saika mimed him, though her comparative size necessitated…exaggeration. Her leg came up almost past her hip, so that her foot could stay behind his. She stood bow-legged until he slid back to full height, where she did the same. Then again, and again, raising a leg up and bringing it down like a sumo ritual. 

With the combined efforts of their subtlety, they crossed the courtyard entirely inconspicuous. They might as well have been invisible, like the kid from her grade school class, Donko-kun—though only his skin was invisible. She followed diligently, her very life entrusted to Murasame’s navigational abilities, and was not left wanting. Eventually they came to a doorway leading inside, and she tapped him on the back. 

“[color=red]I’m in,[/color]” she whispered, in as low and cool a voice as she could muster as she backed through the entrance. Just for good measure, she checked around the hallway. Students aplenty, but no Izuna—her clothes were safe. “[color=red]Clear. Form up.[/color]”

When the doors shut behind Murasame, Saika had to restrain herself from leaping up, shouting, and pounding his shoulder in joy. She settled for an enthusiastic hiss, and a very energetic fist pump. 

“[color=red]My [i]man[/i]! You are one smooth fuckin’ operator. I owe you one, don’t lemme forget.[/color]” She looked down the hallway, towards where most of the students seemed to be funneling. Auditorium, had to be. “[color=red]Guess we can just follow them in, huh? Hope it doesn’t drag on too long, I’m ready to see what kinda rooms we’re livin’ in.[/color]”

She started off, spinning around again so she could face him while she walked. “[color=red]My bet’s, like, some kinda closet, with a tiny bed, paper sheets. Windows with bars. Maybe a toilet, if we’re lucky.[/color]”[/indent]