Leaning in to hear the whisper, Satoru nods very seriously, with the air of a man who has also very seriously getting werewolf costumes commissioned for the two of them before the next Gold Court gala happens.
"Justice needs to be dealt," he agrees solemnly. "Someone needs to think of those poor novices, and we can be their heroes in shining armor. Or capes. Whatever heroes wear these days."
(He doesn't actually care if the novices are being used to collect books. He does kind of care that someone in a position of power is being a dick, though.)
"Any suggestions? We could," Satoru counts off on his fingers, "give the librarian a wedgie so hard they'll feel it until next week, compel all of the novices to not be able to hear what the librarian's saying, steal all of the books ourselves and hide them..."
no worries!!
"Justice needs to be dealt," he agrees solemnly. "Someone needs to think of those poor novices, and we can be their heroes in shining armor. Or capes. Whatever heroes wear these days."
(He doesn't actually care if the novices are being used to collect books. He does kind of care that someone in a position of power is being a dick, though.)
"Any suggestions? We could," Satoru counts off on his fingers, "give the librarian a wedgie so hard they'll feel it until next week, compel all of the novices to not be able to hear what the librarian's saying, steal all of the books ourselves and hide them..."