"Justice reigns supreme!" Satoru cackles as he runs, catching up with Ed. They're not the only two laughing -- watching an asshole get a wedgie is universal entertainment -- and the spectacle helps cover their escape. When they're far enough toward the entrance of the library and far enough away from everyone's active perception, Satoru pushes the thought of invisibility as they slip out, so nobody knows which direction they're going.
He drops the entrancement when they're far enough away, and leans against the walls, still laughing.
"Your trophy, sir," he announces grandly, offering to Ed the scrap of silk hem he tore off when he used probably a bit too much strength in the wedgie.
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He drops the entrancement when they're far enough away, and leans against the walls, still laughing.
"Your trophy, sir," he announces grandly, offering to Ed the scrap of silk hem he tore off when he used probably a bit too much strength in the wedgie.