Takeo started a loud whine. "Aaaa-AAaaaa-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" and once he was just about to break the library's code of conduct, he sat up straight, and tied up his words to the tail's end of his agonizing whimper. "Aaand what a project that must be. So, what do you think," he continued, devoid of any hint of pain except perhaps tears on his eyes that refused to spill out, "about the rumors that funding for clubs is running short?"

He folded his hands in front of him, posing himself in a very regal way, and ignoring the laughter.