Despite everything, they had survived the ordeal. It had not been necessarily easy and it had certainly not been smooth sailing the whole way through, but the Tailor had survived it, warts and all. It was important to be positive, even if they were struggling a bit to grin and bear it.
Class was over. They had managed.
Now came the time of packing ones things, both dry and wet, and exiting the room. The door in the front was how students had come in, but it passed the podium and, by extension, the professor, and for the way things had gone the Tailor found they either would be in need of a distraction to feel comfortable passing; or they needed another way out.
But there was a door in the back, and so the Tailor turned from their seat and went out that way.
It was a supply closet.
They closed the door behind them and put their head in their hands.
Maybe they could just stay in here for a bit. Maybe nobody noticed! Maybe they'd sneak out in an hour when the shame had faded.
Re: After Class
Class was over. They had managed.
Now came the time of packing ones things, both dry and wet, and exiting the room. The door in the front was how students had come in, but it passed the podium and, by extension, the professor, and for the way things had gone the Tailor found they either would be in need of a distraction to feel comfortable passing; or they needed another way out.
But there was a door in the back, and so the Tailor turned from their seat and went out that way.
It was a supply closet.
They closed the door behind them and put their head in their hands.
Maybe they could just stay in here for a bit. Maybe nobody noticed! Maybe they'd sneak out in an hour when the shame had faded.
Yeah. Maybe.
...Probably not, though.