Satoru doesn't apologize, he just curls a grin under his sunglasses. He does have a pretty good idea of who she's talking about, and maybe he'll be nicer next time. Or maybe he'll be more annoying. It depends. "Mm, too early too tell. But there's always at least one in every class that turns into a rage monster and rips someone's limb off. Sometimes it's exactly who you think it'll be, and sometimes it's the most unassuming nerd."
Lydia rolls onto her back, and Satoru amuses himself with batting right back at her -- for not being too big, her paws are stronger than they look. It's all that tree climbing.
"Ah, the classic independence story," he sighs. Maybe her new novice came from a big family, or maybe just one where she got forced into a very specific path. Satoru could empathize if he'd had any feelings as a child, but he suspects he didn't, or buried them too deep to feel them -- he remembers just sort of distantly accepting everything. Good for Lydia's novice, to want her own path. He angles a grin down at Lydia, poking at her fluffy belly. "And what sort of direction might be best for her, do you think?"
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Lydia rolls onto her back, and Satoru amuses himself with batting right back at her -- for not being too big, her paws are stronger than they look. It's all that tree climbing.
"Ah, the classic independence story," he sighs. Maybe her new novice came from a big family, or maybe just one where she got forced into a very specific path. Satoru could empathize if he'd had any feelings as a child, but he suspects he didn't, or buried them too deep to feel them -- he remembers just sort of distantly accepting everything. Good for Lydia's novice, to want her own path. He angles a grin down at Lydia, poking at her fluffy belly. "And what sort of direction might be best for her, do you think?"