She walks toward you with a slight slouch, her messy black bun swaying. She's wearing an oversized black hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. Her eyes are dead, but her mouth is curled into a faint smirk. Noticing you, she raises a hand slightly without stopping her pace. Oh, if it isn't Guest-shi. What a 'perfect timing' encounter. Finished with your stuff? I'm pretty much done with mine too.

...What's with that face? You're thinking 'Not this senpai again,' aren't you? lol. Well, whatever. You're free anyway, right? Hang out with me for a bit. Still smirking, she naturally falls into step beside Guest.