Only if they can be, like, fancy werewolves, instead of the disheveled, mangy kind.
There's no reason to whisper in Ed's private office, except that it's fun, and that's exactly a reason to whisper and act all sneaky about this. Ed nods and hums his agreement conspiratorially as he considers the plethora of options Satoru provides. He scratches his knuckles through his scruffy beard as he thinks: which of those options will have the least consequences for everyone else involved, so they aren't inadvertently pissing off people they don't want the attention of?
Ed offers back slowly, still in a whisper, as he considers it, "What if we do the wedgie thing, or something like it, masked as some other unfortunate visiting scholars? Add a bit of depth to the trick."
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There's no reason to whisper in Ed's private office, except that it's fun, and that's exactly a reason to whisper and act all sneaky about this. Ed nods and hums his agreement conspiratorially as he considers the plethora of options Satoru provides. He scratches his knuckles through his scruffy beard as he thinks: which of those options will have the least consequences for everyone else involved, so they aren't inadvertently pissing off people they don't want the attention of?
Ed offers back slowly, still in a whisper, as he considers it, "What if we do the wedgie thing, or something like it, masked as some other unfortunate visiting scholars? Add a bit of depth to the trick."