Moreover, the motion of climbing back up after tumbling backward a moment ago was a bit exaggerated; Satoru's current appearance could hardly be considered graceful.
The cuff of the left sock was scrunched up, having slipped up above the knee.
The right foot was stretched out on the ground, with delicate toes wrapped in smooth white silk fabric aimed directly at the screen, where a hint of pink gleam could be seen beneath the white.
Kamiyagawa: ...
Kamiya kept silent, turning his head sullenly to look at Mary beside him with a pleading gaze.
And truth be told,
my little sister does have a... look about her that could send a lot of people off to prison.
Perhaps finally empathizing with Kamiyagawa's helplessness, Mary knelt down, moving closer to the computer screen.
The flip phone that Satoru had sent flying began to emit a "shasha" of electrical noise.
Following that, Miss Mary's chilly voice emerged from it: "Satoru."
