Satoru clasps a hand to his heart, looking positively scandalized. "You mean they don't already see the value in my classes? Me? The teacher voted Best Gold Court Teacher seven years in a row?"
(He hasn't been. But he likes to claim that anyway, because in his extremely correct opinion, he should have been.)
Xenk starts to head out, so Satoru follows him, hands in his pockets like a lanky shadow. "Being cool is absolutely a useful trait," he chatters cheerfully. "Students like you if you're cool, other teachers like you, and even the people you have to talk political bullshit like you. It's a win-win. Even the Council likes cool people."
He claps a hand to Xenk's shoulder, a reassuring, encouraging little pat. "You'll get there eventually, Xenk," he assures. "Those little glimpses of badass I've seen may one day eventually translate into a cool guy persona. One can only hope!"
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(He hasn't been. But he likes to claim that anyway, because in his extremely correct opinion, he should have been.)
Xenk starts to head out, so Satoru follows him, hands in his pockets like a lanky shadow. "Being cool is absolutely a useful trait," he chatters cheerfully. "Students like you if you're cool, other teachers like you, and even the people you have to talk political bullshit like you. It's a win-win. Even the Council likes cool people."
He claps a hand to Xenk's shoulder, a reassuring, encouraging little pat. "You'll get there eventually, Xenk," he assures. "Those little glimpses of badass I've seen may one day eventually translate into a cool guy persona. One can only hope!"