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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,

Anakin finished wiping the board, and turned just enough to eye Peter before picking up the marker and uncapping it. He gave a slight nod. In short time the just-cleaned white plane was marred by black ink in the form of Anakin’s atrocious penmanship. It was clear enough, however, to resemble a simple equation suitable for the purpose of going over the misunderstood concept.

Anakin had been at a slight disadvantage upon first arriving in the Land of Make Believe. The languages these people used for code and mathematics were not the more elegant versions he was used to back in his universe. But he recognized he would have to learn their language rather than try to teach a whole population how to rethink the way they write their logarithms. It hadn’t taken him long to become familiar with all the right symbols and terms so that he was comfortable in just such a situation as this.

"Wherein," Anakin said, as he finished writing with, '… F _x ≠ the blonde three seats down.'

He arched a brow, daring Peter to object, and asked, “Are you with me so far?”