[It's not about what Sano thinks, it's about how anyone sane could believe someone this boisterous, loud and larger than life, still half of a kid would make a good educator. But then again, it might be those things exactly. Sano smiles, the pull of his facial muscles making his nose and eyes burn, but he ignores it, rubbing the bridge of his nose, to ease the burn. Then he straightens again and twirls his glass, before deciding to admit it.]
No. I think you'll make a great teacher.
[He thinks, that given the energetic nature, Shinpachi will also be a little more hard on the kids, than Sano, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Clearing his throat, he decides it's good enough, and motions for a refill.]
Apparition?
[It makes Sano's eyebrows rise, becase usually, someone from the ministry comes in and teaches that. Which could mean, that Shinpachi has a job at the MoM...? Come to think of it, how long has his friend even been back, and how long is he staying?]
Now, how by Merlin's shriveled balls do you get to a job like that?
[He doesn't sound disbelieving, but more like intrigued and curious. This ought to be good.
However, the next moment he's reminded rather painfully of the fact how long it has been since he saw his friend and talked to him. When Shinpachi mentions Ran, Sano's eyes widen a fraction of an inch, and for a split second, his expression is completely open and raw. He forgot, that he hasn't mentioned anything about Ran to Shinpachi. It's not that he didn't want to, but each time he tried, his hand started trembling and the gaping hole in his chest turned into an entire galaxy of ache, and he could barely breath. It has gotten better over the last few weeks, but he still hadn't come around to actually opening up abot it, to anyone.
When Shinpachi starts giving him a funny look, Sano averts his gaze to the brown liquid, that's been his only comfort for these past weeks, trying to think of a way how to relay the news. Or maybe he's just musterig up the strength to actually say those words.]
We broke up.
[But when he says them, he feels himself bleeding out all over again. It's like those stitches, that he carefully and slowly been surturing the deep gash on his heart with, have been ripped open and all the pain and hurt is bleeding out of him again. Without thinking he downs the whiskey in one gulp, letting it burn away some of that dull ache.]
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No. I think you'll make a great teacher.
[He thinks, that given the energetic nature, Shinpachi will also be a little more hard on the kids, than Sano, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Clearing his throat, he decides it's good enough, and motions for a refill.]
Apparition?
[It makes Sano's eyebrows rise, becase usually, someone from the ministry comes in and teaches that. Which could mean, that Shinpachi has a job at the MoM...? Come to think of it, how long has his friend even been back, and how long is he staying?]
Now, how by Merlin's shriveled balls do you get to a job like that?
[He doesn't sound disbelieving, but more like intrigued and curious. This ought to be good.
However, the next moment he's reminded rather painfully of the fact how long it has been since he saw his friend and talked to him. When Shinpachi mentions Ran, Sano's eyes widen a fraction of an inch, and for a split second, his expression is completely open and raw. He forgot, that he hasn't mentioned anything about Ran to Shinpachi. It's not that he didn't want to, but each time he tried, his hand started trembling and the gaping hole in his chest turned into an entire galaxy of ache, and he could barely breath. It has gotten better over the last few weeks, but he still hadn't come around to actually opening up abot it, to anyone.
When Shinpachi starts giving him a funny look, Sano averts his gaze to the brown liquid, that's been his only comfort for these past weeks, trying to think of a way how to relay the news. Or maybe he's just musterig up the strength to actually say those words.]
We broke up.
[But when he says them, he feels himself bleeding out all over again. It's like those stitches, that he carefully and slowly been surturing the deep gash on his heart with, have been ripped open and all the pain and hurt is bleeding out of him again. Without thinking he downs the whiskey in one gulp, letting it burn away some of that dull ache.]