Ed looks more surprised than he's been all night to hear about silk underwear. That exists?! Fuck, that's going right on his Winter Solstice wishlist. Seems a waste to use silk undies in a wedgey prank, though...
As Edward continues contemplating this private crises, while listening to Satoru talk about seduction, a new plan begins to take shape in his mind. He nods automatically at the Silver who nods back to them, and Ed feels a proud tickle in the back of his head for Satoru's talents, as he so often does, though he's currently too distracted by ideas to put it to words—
How is Edward's seduction skills. Please. He's Blue, isn't he? There's a whole Ven diagram of overlap between the two courts, and Ed's a model Blue Court vampire if ever there was one. He gives Satoru an intrigued, almost heated, look over his current form's glasses. "No worries there, love. Watch an artist at work." He winks for good measure, then rounds the corner into the library proper, head held high, hips swaying.
He doesn't go towards Mr. Silk Undies, though. He goes right for the angry librarian, instead. He's a horny nerd, after all. Obviously hasn't been laid in a while if he's this ticked off. This'll be easy-peasy pumpkin pie. The librarian and one student saddled with books both greet him by (his shapeshifted form's) name, and he doesn't have any fucking idea who they are, but it's easy to fake with a smile and a touch to the librarian's arm. "May I have a moment of yours, alone?" Edward asks in an inflection that's studious, borrowed from a Silver friend, and therefore nothing like his own. "I require a consultant for an Autumnal research project I'm working on of dire importance. It simply cannot wait."
Doesn't seem to matter whether any of that sounds even remotely close to something his current mask would say. The librarian is immediately dismissive of their students, both of whom rush to get away, stacks of books in hand, and offers Ed his help, whatever he needs. His mental walls stay up, just in case the librarian tries to pry, but he's sure Satoru can hear him anyway, the little mind sneak, as Ed thinks singularly and loudly, The fish is hooked. Stay close and be ready for my signal. Meanwhile, he takes the librarian's arm and begins describing the "project," using flowery words for very horny terms as he steers the librarian between two bookshelves in a darkly-lit corner.
Belatedly, he remembers to think in Satoru's direction, Mmmmaybe not too close. Don't think you're into this kind of thing.
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As Edward continues contemplating this private crises, while listening to Satoru talk about seduction, a new plan begins to take shape in his mind. He nods automatically at the Silver who nods back to them, and Ed feels a proud tickle in the back of his head for Satoru's talents, as he so often does, though he's currently too distracted by ideas to put it to words—
How is Edward's seduction skills. Please. He's Blue, isn't he? There's a whole Ven diagram of overlap between the two courts, and Ed's a model Blue Court vampire if ever there was one. He gives Satoru an intrigued, almost heated, look over his current form's glasses. "No worries there, love. Watch an artist at work." He winks for good measure, then rounds the corner into the library proper, head held high, hips swaying.
He doesn't go towards Mr. Silk Undies, though. He goes right for the angry librarian, instead. He's a horny nerd, after all. Obviously hasn't been laid in a while if he's this ticked off. This'll be easy-peasy pumpkin pie. The librarian and one student saddled with books both greet him by (his shapeshifted form's) name, and he doesn't have any fucking idea who they are, but it's easy to fake with a smile and a touch to the librarian's arm. "May I have a moment of yours, alone?" Edward asks in an inflection that's studious, borrowed from a Silver friend, and therefore nothing like his own. "I require a consultant for an Autumnal research project I'm working on of dire importance. It simply cannot wait."
Doesn't seem to matter whether any of that sounds even remotely close to something his current mask would say. The librarian is immediately dismissive of their students, both of whom rush to get away, stacks of books in hand, and offers Ed his help, whatever he needs. His mental walls stay up, just in case the librarian tries to pry, but he's sure Satoru can hear him anyway, the little mind sneak, as Ed thinks singularly and loudly, The fish is hooked. Stay close and be ready for my signal. Meanwhile, he takes the librarian's arm and begins describing the "project," using flowery words for very horny terms as he steers the librarian between two bookshelves in a darkly-lit corner.
Belatedly, he remembers to think in Satoru's direction, Mmmmaybe not too close. Don't think you're into this kind of thing.