[God don't call him out by hanging out by the ridiculous bedwreck here. Subete is... also seemingly heading out, wearing slightly less fancy clothes than usual -- at least he's forgone the waistcoat, somehow he always dresses up pretty diligently for trials, maybe out of habit or something -- and already making light jogging motions at freedom.

But then there's. Anya. And he was probably hoping to find her sooner or later because yeah that sure was an end of trial. With Michiru and... everything, one could almost forget what's coming tomorrow. Very almost. Why are weekends always like this.

Subete pauses within sight and then just raises his (attached!!) hand in an awkward sort of wave.]

Anya-san... It's good to see you had that taken care of. I didn't expect them to start handing out punishments like -- like that this time.

[But it looks like the kid gloves are off, in so many ways!! F.]