( The moment Azula moves to step outside, she'll be greeted by Shealtiel, standing with his hand reaching out like he was just about to knock. Flinching back at the shock of the door just opening before he could, he stammers.
He sure isn't in proper clothing. Just a t-shirt and some sleep pants... )
Azula! Uh, hi.
( Great, real fucking smooth delivery. God. He hates himself. Bringing that hand back, he rubs at the back of his neck, glancing to the side. )
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He sure isn't in proper clothing. Just a t-shirt and some sleep pants... )
Azula! Uh, hi.
( Great, real fucking smooth delivery. God. He hates himself. Bringing that hand back, he rubs at the back of his neck, glancing to the side. )
Er, were you just leaving...?