[Obviously this takes place on a random day that is...sometime apart from the other threads. xD]
Out of the kindness of her little black heart, Beatrid had given her student the day off. Which also meant a day off for her. Maybe it that was a little sneaky, but she needed a break now and then, too, to go do...Mordecai things. Yeah. That was her excuse. Like read smutty romance novels, avoid a few people, and hit the town for a little fun and cutting loose. After all, even she knew how to have fun. Just...not when she was on duty and supposed to be professional. Nah. Here she was just a bitch.
And she rather enjoyed it. It kept away all the stupid people.
Well. Most of them.
Stepping out of her room and closing her door behind her, dressed in street clothes with her hair braided and chest bound flat beneath her shirt, Beatrid headed down the hall, resolved to go outdoors and maybe see if Hek was up to some goofing off and being a pair of regular idiots together. After all, it wasn't like he did anything. But as she rounded a corner, she ended up nearly colliding with none other than, and she would have never expected it, Kuro. Hah! Who was she kidding, after she'd learned of his return, she'd been expecting the usual stalkerish antics to resume, to find herself randomly bumping into him. She'd practically resigned herself to that possibility, though it didn't mean she liked it.
Beatrid jolted, perhaps a bit too obviously, but quickly regained her composure and drew a quick breath. Then her lip curled slightly and she turned briskly on her heel, preparing to leave and head in another direction without a word. She had nothing to say to him, didn't need to waste her precious time dealing with him when she didn't have to, and besides, he seemed absorbed in...
Whatever it was he was reading. A flyer of some sort.
...Maybe something important.
Nosiness replaced her need to get away, and she slowly turned back around. "What're you reading?" she asked bluntly. No hellos, no how's it goings, nothing like that. Just a direct, curt question with no hints of friendliness nor formality. It was just, well, painstakingly neutral and disinterested.
Even if she really was interested. She couldn't help but be a little paranoid lately and if that was something important, she didn't want him knowing something she didn't.