"And what is every Annas' favorite color?" Ananias droned out as he waited patiently for his father to answer the last planned inquiry for the day.

"Red, so if one sees an Anna wearing a color other than red, it is simply and strictly for business purposes and is, therefore, an unreliable and misleading clue when it comes to telling them apart!" Robin cried out a bit too proudly than he would've liked to admit.

Ananais nodded his head approvingly at his father's answer before giving the podium he was teaching his father from a light tap and saying, "Well, I think that that will be enough for today. As long as we keep this up, you should be able to tell them apart in no time."

Robin smiled contently as he gave his son a proud nod. "And it's all made possible by the fact that I have such a brilliant teacher," he said.

Ananias blushed a bit before shaking his head and waving his hand to signify his disagreement with his father's flattering statement. "Thanks," he said, "but in the end, the student is the one responsible for his own success. It doesn't matter who your teacher is, you would've figured it out on your own eventually."

Robin gave his son a good-natured smirk as he crossed his arms and let out an amused chuckle. "Is that so?" he asked, somewhat incredulously, somewhat amusingly.

Ananias simply nodded. "Yeah, unless I'm remembering it wrong."

Robin let out a hearty laugh as he slapped his hand onto one of Ananias' shoulders and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I sincerely doubt that a man who can identify every identical individual in a mob of identical individuals could forget if his father was ever capable of performing the same feat or not. I'll take your word for it." He then took his hand off of his son's shoulder and said a bit more seriously, "Though I must say, you are a bit too humble for your own good. It would take a lot off of your old man's mind if you would take credit where credit is due. If it wasn't for you, I would no doubt faint at our next family reunion, or have a nervous breakdown days before it."

Ananias raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You mean like the one you got on our very first lesson?" he asked. He had thought that he and his father had agreed to never speak of that ill-remembered moment ever again.

Robin blushed lightly as he coughed into his balled fist awkwardly before nodding his head affirmatively and answering, "Um, yes, like that one." He then recomposed himself and continued, "If you had not been so patient with me, I doubt a second lesson, or any other lesson thereafter, would've been remotely possible."

"Well of course I was patient with you," Ananias said matter-of-factly. "I was kind of expecting it."

Robin frowned upon hearing this unexpected revelation. "You, um, were expecting it?"

Ananias nodded. "Yeah."

An awkward pause came between the two before Robin cleared his throat and nervously asked, "Um, and if I may be so bold, why exactly were you expecting me to, um, freak out the way I did?"

"Because you told me," Ananias nonchalantly answered.

Robin gave his son a confused look. "Pardon me, but I believe I had just heard you say that I was the one who told you that I was going to freak out on the first lesson."

Ananias nodded. "Yeah." When it was obvious that his father was pleading for him to elaborate with the look on his face, Ananias let out an exasperated sigh and explained, "Back when you were alive and I was still learning the ropes about our family, you were the one to reassure me that being a bit… overwhelmed about how strange our family was was perfectly natural, and then you proceeded to tell me of how much you freaked out when mom tried to give you your first lesson." Ananias crossed his arms solemnly and added, "Apparently you had a nightmare about how an army of Annas, all dressed up in mom's garb, confronted you and forced you to pick out which one was your wife or else they'd tear you apart."

Robin gulped nervously upon hearing his son's explanation. "Incredible, that was the exact same nightmare I had the night before our very first lesson took place."

Ananias simply shrugged. "I guess that goes to show that no matter how much the timeline changes, some things will just never change."

Robin let out a weary sigh as he tenderly rubbed the side of his temples. "Yes, I guess it does." He then looked up toward his son and gave him a sad smile. "I guess you're pretty embarrassed then, huh? Having such a dimwitted, ignorant, and irresponsible man as your father."

Ananias shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, I prefer it that way."

Robin frowned. "Pardon me?"

Ananias sighed, realizing that he would have to explain himself again, and explained, "With a family as strange as mom's, having a dorky dad made me feel a bit less different, especially at family reunions." He gave his dad a small smile. "You were my best and only friend for a long time because of that." He frowned gravely. "Which is why it hit me pretty hard when I lost you. There was only one you after all."

Robin nodded his head solemnly. "I see," he said. He then went up to his son, enveloped him in an affectionate hug, earning him a surprised yelp from his son, and whispered, "Well don't you worry. This time around, your father's not going anywhere."

After recovering from his initial shock, Ananias slowly followed suit, and whispered, "Yeah, I know."


Author's Note #1: Well, there you have it, the end of Ananias' supports with his father. For those of you who briefly forgot, Robin is simply the placeholder dad for these supports. Ananias' father could literally be anyone. No matter who it is, the supports wouldn't really change. If it was someone else, the wording of the dialogue would simply change to suit the character's speech pattern. So imagine whoever you'd like as Ananias' father, it doesn't really matter.

Author's Note #2: Well, I hoped you liked those supports, the next one will be with Say'ri's son, Tan'bay. Hopefully you guys will like him just as much as you liked Ananias and Tenk. See you all next time!