It's a good thing for Edward that he's such an incredible actor, because with Satoru's hysterical voice in his head, it's a real struggle not to laugh himself, and he's pretty sure the librarian wouldn't take kindly to that. Shh, shhh, he hisses back towards Satoru with mental humor, Mate, I'm working. Hang on.
The 'kind of thing' he thinks Satoru might not be into is voyeurism of a kind, yeah. A really specific kind, though, as Edward's mask hasn't exactly consented to any of what Ed's doing with her image, or the librarian being spied on without their knowing either, which becomes especially voyeuristic as Edward presses the librarian bodily against the bookstacks and leans in close to whisper his plan, disguised as "research" against their ear.
The librarian flushes and stammers, "I'm not sure this is appropriate," questioning Edward in the kind of way people do when they want to be relieved of their responsibility for the bad behavior they really want to take part in, and Ed easily obliges with a smile. "The best kind of experiment rarely is."
Predictably, that's all the convincing the librarian needs. In no time at all after that, Ed's slid down those nice silk panties his mask has chosen to wear, dropped to his knees, and helped the librarian step into them. He doesn't even need to fuck them, which is great because the librarian's a dick who doesn't really deserve to have that nice of a time.
Once their robes are back into place, Ed whispers against the librarian's ear again, seals the deal with a soft kiss to the librarian's neck and a wink, and then he's walking back out of the stacks alone. As Edward goes, grinning in a sharp way that doesn't really suit his mask's soft face, he mentally signals Satoru again. The package is delivered. He's all yours, mate.
cw: sexually charged dubious consent + manipulation of these two poor npcs
The 'kind of thing' he thinks Satoru might not be into is voyeurism of a kind, yeah. A really specific kind, though, as Edward's mask hasn't exactly consented to any of what Ed's doing with her image, or the librarian being spied on without their knowing either, which becomes especially voyeuristic as Edward presses the librarian bodily against the bookstacks and leans in close to whisper his plan, disguised as "research" against their ear.
The librarian flushes and stammers, "I'm not sure this is appropriate," questioning Edward in the kind of way people do when they want to be relieved of their responsibility for the bad behavior they really want to take part in, and Ed easily obliges with a smile. "The best kind of experiment rarely is."
Predictably, that's all the convincing the librarian needs. In no time at all after that, Ed's slid down those nice silk panties his mask has chosen to wear, dropped to his knees, and helped the librarian step into them. He doesn't even need to fuck them, which is great because the librarian's a dick who doesn't really deserve to have that nice of a time.
Once their robes are back into place, Ed whispers against the librarian's ear again, seals the deal with a soft kiss to the librarian's neck and a wink, and then he's walking back out of the stacks alone. As Edward goes, grinning in a sharp way that doesn't really suit his mask's soft face, he mentally signals Satoru again. The package is delivered. He's all yours, mate.