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"Hmm... yes. Leonhart." he mused and gave an admirable smile. Wait, what? Was he just admiring the young man? Why yes he was. Admiration towards the many possible avenues the boy would encounter in life, and how life will change for better and worse as he grew into a proper man. Yes, that is the likely focus he'd wager. Maybe even a hint of some jealousy, envy that the fun part of his own life has ended, and how adult life took hold before he was ready for it to.

He gave a stretch, slinging the claymore over his shoulder, back into its resting place. The holster snapped lightly as the blade was steadied, and he finished his stretch. Just then his phone jingled and jangled a strange and off key tune, and he snatched it out of his pocket with a sigh. What is this? Ms. Lambard was contacting him? Upon reading the text, he grumbled. "Well, Liebert, that was a wonderful warmup. Maybe we should do it again sometime."

He gave the young man a very weak, lazy salute, and swaggered past, off to the showers. Either it didn't occur to him that he'd be leaving the kid in the middle of the training grounds alone, or he just didn't care. It was the kid who came here right? Then he should be able to handle himself.

((Seymour leaves the scene))

Rory had just convinced himself that he was on the right track when he heard a chime in the distance, that irritatingly familiar call that said he had a class he was supposed to be getting to. If he left now at a jog, he'd have time to change and make it without being late. On the other hand, he didn't feel like wearing his uniform, as his current attire was far more comfortable, and he didn't feel very much like running at this particular moment. Not that he was a lazy guy; Rory loved to run, jump, play fetch, whatever, but he was a little frustrated that his plan was being upset.

So, he swiveled around and meandered back towards the exit, where he would make a quick stop at the locker room only to divest himself of his Beretta before heading to class. Maybe he'd switch out the leather vest for the jacket of his cadet uniform, maybe.

He noticed someone leaving ahead of him, but had been gone from Balamb for so long that he didn't recognize who it was from behind, and didn't bother himself about it. As he entered the locker room, Rory heard the sharp and distinct whiplash of gunshot ring out behind him. When it was followed by no screams or other sounds of particular distress, he continued about his business. Far be it from me to mess around with someone else's training schedule, he mused, removing his weapon belt and vest, although he did wonder who would be out ignoring a call to the classroom.

He playfully slammed the locker door closed and, cadet jacket slung over his shoulder, he made his way to the main building.