Satoru rolls her eyes and toes off her shoes, but she continues skimming anyway. She's only just started on the entry about some mysterious 'her', which sounds very interesting, and then Suguru's trying to grab the diary back, so Satoru has to twist to try to keep it, trying to read another sentence or two.

For a second, Suguru's on top of her, while Satoru twists onto her belly, trying to sort of shield the diary under herself, but when Suguru starts to pull and the diary might end up torn, Satoru lets go.

Sitting up again once Suguru's off her again, Satoru reaches for the room service menu like nothing happened. "How am I the diligent, hard-working one here? We should go over shit before tomorrow's run-through. I need you to explain what's happening in that new song you're debuting, Contact? The sample track they sent over doesn't match the notes on arrangement for the stage. I don't know what the fuck you want."