"I find a lot of things interesting. Most of it just fails to hold my attention for very long," Satoru says breezily.
Belatedly realizing he's still holding a sandwich plate, Satoru shoves it into the hands of the nearest passing scholar. By the time the scholar recovers enough to shoot him a what the fuck am I going to do with this face, Satoru's already forgotten they existed, and is oblivious to said face.
"I guess this one lecture on the long term preservation of living beings might be marginally interesting if zombies are involved and there's a story about one breaking free and eating brains," he relents, one finger tapping his chin as he thinks. "And then it becomes patient zero and starts a new breed of undead person, and-- no, that's probably way more interesting than it'll actually be."
Sigh. "Why?" Satoru asks, vaguely charitable. "Which ones are tickling your academic funny bone?"
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Belatedly realizing he's still holding a sandwich plate, Satoru shoves it into the hands of the nearest passing scholar. By the time the scholar recovers enough to shoot him a what the fuck am I going to do with this face, Satoru's already forgotten they existed, and is oblivious to said face.
"I guess this one lecture on the long term preservation of living beings might be marginally interesting if zombies are involved and there's a story about one breaking free and eating brains," he relents, one finger tapping his chin as he thinks. "And then it becomes patient zero and starts a new breed of undead person, and-- no, that's probably way more interesting than it'll actually be."
Sigh. "Why?" Satoru asks, vaguely charitable. "Which ones are tickling your academic funny bone?"