Of the various things that Satoru finds interesting, wildly overgrowing pumpkins isn't one of them. He'd briefly considered the idea that it was an assassination attempt gone wrong -- now that would be interesting! -- before discarding the idea as novel, but unrealistic. He'd hung around briefly, giving oh so helpful advice to the novices hacking away at the vines, but had swanned off an hour ago.
Realizing he'd forgotten his sunglasses, he makes his return, to find Bruce barking orders at the novices, who are moving in near military precision now as opposed to the haphazard scurrying they'd been doing earlier.
"Wow, so effective," Satoru praises, in a playful little sing-song tone that's more mocking than it is genuine. Bruce might feel the smallest of tugs at his cape; that's because Satoru's holding a corner of it away from the pumpkin vine he's got clasped in the other hand. "This was about to try to strangle you, by the way. Or maybe it just wanted to steal your cape. Not many people have capes these days, Bat-Man."
Heh. He loves that nickname. It's so... vampire-ish.
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Realizing he'd forgotten his sunglasses, he makes his return, to find Bruce barking orders at the novices, who are moving in near military precision now as opposed to the haphazard scurrying they'd been doing earlier.
"Wow, so effective," Satoru praises, in a playful little sing-song tone that's more mocking than it is genuine. Bruce might feel the smallest of tugs at his cape; that's because Satoru's holding a corner of it away from the pumpkin vine he's got clasped in the other hand. "This was about to try to strangle you, by the way. Or maybe it just wanted to steal your cape. Not many people have capes these days, Bat-Man."
Heh. He loves that nickname. It's so... vampire-ish.