Satoru draws his hand back before he can get nipped, grinning. "We could attach some fake fur and a tail, you'd be the very picture of a... smaller than usual werewolf," he proclaims. "Better you than me. I could never pull that off."
Birds, sadly, are even less canine than felines. He does delight in making the newbies think he's some kind of horrible omen, though.
Finding fake fur and a tail would require moving, though, and Satoru's not in much of a mood to do that, so he flops back on his chair, hands folded under his head as he watches the novices work. Lydia's not wrong; it is kind of sad to watch them all scrambling and eager to obey. Where's their spirit of rebellion?
"So what are you going to be teaching next season?" he asks idly, watching the path of one particularly clumsy newbie. He's got an armful of pumpkins and they're about to go tumbling at any second. It's riveting.
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Birds, sadly, are even less canine than felines. He does delight in making the newbies think he's some kind of horrible omen, though.
Finding fake fur and a tail would require moving, though, and Satoru's not in much of a mood to do that, so he flops back on his chair, hands folded under his head as he watches the novices work. Lydia's not wrong; it is kind of sad to watch them all scrambling and eager to obey. Where's their spirit of rebellion?
"So what are you going to be teaching next season?" he asks idly, watching the path of one particularly clumsy newbie. He's got an armful of pumpkins and they're about to go tumbling at any second. It's riveting.