It turns out Tokyo Dome has an excellent sense of humour. Barely half an hour after lecturing Satoru about losing his composure, Okabe has somehow managed to produce an even more convincing demonstration of exactly the same mistake.
By the time he returns to the locker room, he looks far worse than Satoru ever did. One eye has swollen into something that no longer appears to belong to the standard catalogue of human anatomy. His nose and split lip remain painted with drying blood.
"I've always wondered whether people actually listen to themselves when they talk," Sera whines.
Okabe opens his mouth on instinct, but the words never come.
"Thank you for answering that question," Sera continues immediately. "And yes, I was standing right there listening to every wise word that came out of your mouth."
Okabe manages to stay quiet for exactly three seconds. Faced with enough embarrassment, most people would choose reflection. Okabe, however, chooses innovation.
