"Ahem, ahem."
Jask cleared his throat twice, looking slightly embarrassed.
The same pen—when the first person shows it off, it's an act of divine inspiration; but when the second person shows it off, it's nothing but awkward.
"It's fine, it's fine."
Jask chuckled awkwardly and said:
"After all, it's just the four of us here now. Let's just pretend we didn't hear that."
"It's actually five."
Creak—
The brown double doors were pushed open again, and Newton strode in with a spring in his step.
Perhaps intentionally.
Even though Newton was an old man about the same age as Copernicus, his virtual avatar was of a young man. He had even adopted the manner of speaking and pace of a young guy, mimicking it deliberately.
"It's great to see you're still alive, Jask."
The young man wearing the Newton mask glanced at Jask as he walked by his seat.
