"I'm coming in!" Satoru calls, cheerfully ignoring the denial and opening the door anyway. He has to push it open with his hip, because both of his hands are otherwise currently occupied: holding a giant pumpkin with Ed's likeness thoughtfully carved into it, right down to the scars. It even has pumpkin vines draped over it for a long wig.
He triumphantly places it on Ed's desk.
"Happy Birthday!"
It's probably not Ed's birthday. The odds are 365 to one, and as amazing as he is, he probably didn't guess right. Does Satoru actually care? Not really. "I thought you could use some company holed up in here, and who better to talk to than yourself, right?" He pauses, thoughtfully. "It won't talk back, but if you're bored enough, I could compel you into believing that it does. Hallucinations aren't a bad way to spend a boring Tuesday afternoon."
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He triumphantly places it on Ed's desk.
"Happy Birthday!"
It's probably not Ed's birthday. The odds are 365 to one, and as amazing as he is, he probably didn't guess right. Does Satoru actually care? Not really. "I thought you could use some company holed up in here, and who better to talk to than yourself, right?" He pauses, thoughtfully. "It won't talk back, but if you're bored enough, I could compel you into believing that it does. Hallucinations aren't a bad way to spend a boring Tuesday afternoon."