Stuffing in her last supply inside the large bulky purse, Fiona gingerly glanced up to meet Xanthia's gaze. The thought of having her offer declined sort of wounded Fiona's heart, if not entirely. It wasn't as though she wanted or expected Xanthia to happily comply submissively, but it would've been a nice change of pace.
Masking her disappointment with a lazy shrug, she made sure the little smile playing at her lips was convincing enough. "Oh, well that's fine~" she assured, waving a hand dismissively as if it wasn't a big deal. "I'm easy to find if you're ever lost. See you later~" Weighing her purse onto her shoulder blade, Fiona sheepishly excused herself before heading out into the nearly crowded hallway, mentally wondering how she'd be able to get through without having piles of body squishing her to death.
At the same time, her phone vibrated once more against her thigh. The replies were getting quicker than usual, how strange. Maybe he was getting a little impatient with her at this point, not that it bothered her to some extent. Of course, with nothing but good intentions in mind, Fiona mustered a strong front and boldly flung herself into the fray of students streaming by. Off she speedily shoved and twisted through the flock, maintaining a long stride towards the furthest back of the hallway; the staircase leading to the school's rooftop.
One step after another, Fiona struggled not to stumble upon thin air with her lack of stamina. How was it that people could easily climb stairs without having to breathe heavily at every step? She appeared slim and possibly lightweight, but she sure was nowhere near 'fit'.
After a few minutes of barely keeping up with herself, Fiona finally reached the last step as a harmonious sound soon perked her ears almost instantaneously. The familiar melodic cry of a saxophone sent shivers of bliss under her skin and there was nothing more soothing than that.
Once she gathered herself, Fiona reached for the knob, twisted it as silently as she could and abruptly flung the door open - sauntering in as though she were the empress of the room.
"Akuma?" she called out, instinctively holding a hand over her forehead. "Is that you or am I starting to hear things too?"