Dark Pit holds the pencil in an awkward manner, one impractical to write with. "How do you hold this damn thing?" Frustrated yet determined, Dark Pit fiddles around with the pencil in an attempt to find a comfortable position that he could use to write.
"There isn't any real way to hold a pencil," Robin explains to the irritated angel. "It varies for everyone."
"Them how the hell do I hold it?" Dark Pit asks, trying not to be too loud as to ensure that nobody discovers what he is doing.
"It'll come to you. Let's try some writing; that will probably help you figure it out." As he finishes saying this, he anticipates the next thing Dark Pit is going to say.
"But what do I write?" asks Dark Pit. "I don't know any of the symbols."
"For the English language, they're called letters, and there are twenty-six of them," Robin informs him. "Considering we've been speaking in English, I'll be teaching you that. It's much simpler than Japanese, anyways."
"Twenty-six shouldn't be hard to remember," Dark Pit claims with confidence. "Just a second ago I was giving up, but this is gonna be easy!"
Robin chuckles. "There's that confidence again."
But as the saying goes, it was indeed a task easier said than done. This Dark Pit realized as he learned the phonetics of each letter. Over the course of a few lessons, he had learned all the letters in the English alphabet. But he had yet to write. Robin decided to give Dark Pit an assessment before teaching him to form words. Having taken his studies seriously (to the surprise of both of them, sad as is), he fared quite well. Now that he was familiar with the alphabet, there was one more thing he needed to - not so much needed as should - know.
"See? Easy. I can learn how to write now, right?" Dark Pit asks, getting a little full of himself. He never accomplishes much that Pit does not, so the adrenaline was really pumping.
"Ah, but there is one thing that slipped my mind," Robin sighs. "You have to remember the order the letters are in. It's essential to understanding the language."
"That'll be easy! Just write down the order and I'll study it," says Dark Pit, brimming with confidence; he's willing to do anything at this point, considering how close he is to writing.
"Alright, but there is something else you'll have to memorize." Robin sighs. "I'm not a very good singer."
"Huh?" Dark Pit was thrown off by this remark. "What does singing have to do with writing?"
"There's a song for the alphabet. It's kind of odd for a man like me to be singing something like that, though." Robin rubs the back of his neck. "I don't know how old I am anyways, so I suppose this won't be too weird. It doesn't involve much singing for a song."
Dark Pit slumps into the chair, sinking down to the floor, his words drowned out by his groans. "I don't want to sing . . ."
Dark Pit later found that it wasn't so bad. The only dreadful part was having to sing it often to memorize it, which was quite irksome to any who heard him.
Oh, the things I'll do to make fun of Pit. . .
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