Satoru's about halfway through the third page of a treatise about the seductive power of the sword, and doing his best not to mentally overhear what's happening in the shelves, when Ed's message comes through loud and clear, with the military precision that this project deserves.
The fussy librarian walks out with a red face and a stammering excuse even though it's not necessary, and immediately proceeds to start lecturing some poor novice about turning the pages of a book wrong.
Wow, Satoru sends to Ed, I'm sure you did an impressive job, but his seven minutes in heaven's afterglow didn't last very long. He must be a natural buzzkill. Even kills his own buzz.
"Hello!" He cheerfully makes an intrusion into the lecture, still pushing the room-wide entrancement to disguise himself. "I notice you have a stick up your ass. Allow me to dislodge it." The librarian all but chokes on his offense, but before he can really work himself into a rage, Satoru has grabbed his shoulder and twisted his arm behind his back to immobilize him. He waits a second, lets go, hikes the librarian's robe up, and grabs a firm hold on the back of his brand new panties. "One, two--"
And yank. With most of his strength. The librarian's strangled shriek is music to his ears.
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The fussy librarian walks out with a red face and a stammering excuse even though it's not necessary, and immediately proceeds to start lecturing some poor novice about turning the pages of a book wrong.
Wow, Satoru sends to Ed, I'm sure you did an impressive job, but his seven minutes in heaven's afterglow didn't last very long. He must be a natural buzzkill. Even kills his own buzz.
"Hello!" He cheerfully makes an intrusion into the lecture, still pushing the room-wide entrancement to disguise himself. "I notice you have a stick up your ass. Allow me to dislodge it." The librarian all but chokes on his offense, but before he can really work himself into a rage, Satoru has grabbed his shoulder and twisted his arm behind his back to immobilize him. He waits a second, lets go, hikes the librarian's robe up, and grabs a firm hold on the back of his brand new panties. "One, two--"
And yank. With most of his strength. The librarian's strangled shriek is music to his ears.