Bill touched the carving and tattoos, they were dug into the skin to his surprise. But the numbers were the strangest, they were dates. And years. But the letters were unreadable. Bill turned to Mabel.
-Hey shooting star you don't happen to have some paper and a pen on you?
-I have. Here.
She pulled out a tiny note pad and a pen with glitter on it and gave it to Bill. His mind went 10000km/h. Quickly he scribbled down the dates and numbers on the tiny paper. Then he turned towards Mabel that looked right back at him.
-When did Pine tree become like this?.
-about a month ago, around the 10th may.
-Hmm..
He went back to scribbling down the numbers and drew a few lines to connect everything. The numbers became dates and years became math. He thought Pine tree was a huge puzzle, his whole existence was a unsolved puzzle for him, which he enjoyed to his hearts content. He looked up from the paper and looked back at the arm to check everything was correctly written. But. A number had shifted. it went down, from 10 to 9.. Eminently he started to change what he had just written. The whole problem became a huge Math problem instead. Pine tree sure was full of surprises, as if hes playing games with thought. He had to try it out. Mabel, how many times have you looked at his arm?.
-Not many times just like 3 or 2 times, dip-dop likes his privacy after all. He haven't grown any chest hair so hes kind of..embarrassed..
-Pftt...Hilarious..
Bill looked back at the tattoo filled arm, a black line on the arm had shifted to a wave pattern. His theory was correct, he was conscious. He wrote a bit on the paper again and finally he had cracked it. The numbers were letters, kids a genius.
-Hes smart.
-Yeah! Hes Like a Geni- Wait, how do you know that?
-Hes has quiet the bad mouth to..
The numbers on the paper was: 10,5,18,11. Which also means, Jerk.