"Why not? Throwing novices into the deep end is good for them," Satoru says airily. "It builds character."
Because no person, alive or dead, can resist the urge to Pat The Cat, Satoru does so, his hand sweeping over the sleek fluff over her back, a contemplative repetitive action that helps settle his wayward thoughts. He has not successfully resisted that urge for like twenty years now. He thinks his favorite thing about her shapeshifted form is her little rounded ears. They're so cute!
"I'll probably just be doing my usual," he hums thoughtfully. His usual being classes on hand to hand combat (in which students usually lose a limb or two every season), mind control (in which he delights in teaching them weird shit), the occasional bit of Court history, and lessons on how to be cool. "Maybe I'll even find some students I like in the new season. Weirder things have happened."
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Because no person, alive or dead, can resist the urge to Pat The Cat, Satoru does so, his hand sweeping over the sleek fluff over her back, a contemplative repetitive action that helps settle his wayward thoughts. He has not successfully resisted that urge for like twenty years now. He thinks his favorite thing about her shapeshifted form is her little rounded ears. They're so cute!
"I'll probably just be doing my usual," he hums thoughtfully. His usual being classes on hand to hand combat (in which students usually lose a limb or two every season), mind control (in which he delights in teaching them weird shit), the occasional bit of Court history, and lessons on how to be cool. "Maybe I'll even find some students I like in the new season. Weirder things have happened."