Sasaki blinked a few time. Then he looked up at Hisoka. He was unsure right now what they were talking about. He looked down at his notebook in front of himself. He could always ask to Hirano for his help. They were friend and the other would help me. Probably because he knew that Sasaki was smart and that he just needed motivation to study. He never really understood why Hirano was his friend. He tilted his head an he put down his pencil. “Are we always talking about the English lesson or…?” He asked tilting a little his head. It was the first time he asked to Hisoka for his help with homework.
High school atmosphere, when he was enjoyed it, beyond been a place attached a ‘mission’ was associated to another ambiance himself had to get accustomed : murmurs of the students among themselves in whispers, pleasure of meeting at lunch break, emotions that crossed each student, this little piece of miniature society that he had never touched during his lifetime … Enma-Cho Division learned at their expense for some time to make concessions: to accept the help of an outside person as a reinforcement agent if necessary ( having a possibility of affording this kind of entry because of his name ) ; to know all the splendor of the world of witches in the example of one person who had caused them a lot of troubles because he was uncontrollable ; to let one of their best agents enjoy a mortal life … he probably wouldn’t get paid for a long time, but he didn’t care. This allowed him to forget a recent recurring with a certain doctor. To stabilize and anchor himself his daily fear of being swallowed up by sleep. Better control their empathy. Tsuzuki wasn’t going to let him down, and he could bet he was going to check in on him regularly, not to worry. For this reason, he couldn’t judge anything about what current time period proposed. He couldn’t even talk at the time period where he had been living how he had been … If he even learned how to speak english, it was because a British witch decided to settled down in Jū Ō Chō as interim work as a whim to watch how Shinigami of their grade worked, if it’s was even possible to bring that job post on his resume among his afterlife occupations. Somewhere, indirectly, somehow, his note left in the atmosphere went beyond homework help. ❝ Partially. Recent memories of hardship have come to the surface … at least I’m lucky to have understanding employers. ❞ One day, he would have to explain how uncomfortable he was with remembering of a certain Muraki. How he was pleased to enjoying fresh joyful existence. How he was glad to spending time focusing less on hatred and revenge desire for sadly having to met his murderer time to time in middle of murders … It was also funny, from an outside perspective, to speak already of 'employers’ when he should been only a student in high school … When he could feeling alive even with awareness he wasn’t 'alive’ anymore, but still, had a body, could still live regardless — ❝ Someday, I will have to tell you, about these hardships. ❞ He reassured gently, not wanting to worrying him with words left unsaid. ❝ I understand more or less ; although it’s not as simple as I thought. I would never have imagined these mandatory English lessons for fluid communication will be useful — unfortunately I had oral exams at the office. ❞
