"Aww, but I was enjoying just gawking," Satoru says airily. "What else am I suppose to do? Help shelve books? Rearrange furniture? No thanks."
He has a book in hand, something he borrowed from the library -- a treatise on the language of a distant city, and the psychological ramifications of their language's structure -- and despite all the Silver Court nerds running around everywhere desperately trying to get the library in order, Satoru has so far resisted returning the book. Or doing anything to help out.
He's oh so generously gracing them with his presence. That's enough.
Satoru peers into one of the novice rooms being set up, and perks up. "Ooh, this one has a window. That's great; they can really appreciate that sunny forest view before they go through their Becoming and have to cover the window up!" His cheerful tone makes it impossible to figure out if he's being serious or sarcastic. "Xenk, you big romantic, you're so thoughtful."
autumn nox
He has a book in hand, something he borrowed from the library -- a treatise on the language of a distant city, and the psychological ramifications of their language's structure -- and despite all the Silver Court nerds running around everywhere desperately trying to get the library in order, Satoru has so far resisted returning the book. Or doing anything to help out.
He's oh so generously gracing them with his presence. That's enough.
Satoru peers into one of the novice rooms being set up, and perks up. "Ooh, this one has a window. That's great; they can really appreciate that sunny forest view before they go through their Becoming and have to cover the window up!" His cheerful tone makes it impossible to figure out if he's being serious or sarcastic. "Xenk, you big romantic, you're so thoughtful."