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[prophesiedone]

[Some might recognize the cat - the stray cat that seemed to hate Anakin before - behind said Sith. So what if the fuzzy creature is batting a ball between his paws and being downright charming? So what?]

My talents are going to waste. I'm accepting students, but if you don't show any talent with the Force, I will drop you.

[He wants his own army because why the hell not?]

Ben, you're my first student. [No matter what a certain once-Padawan says! Yes, he is that childish.] Don't be late tonight.

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[prophesiedone]

I'll find it. I'm heading out now. [He is grabbing his cloak as he speaks.] Dress warmly.

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[save_theworld]

Okay! See you soon!

[...So they don't change in the slightest. Namely due to the fact that- they don't actually have a change of clothes? Their dusty, well worn sweater will have to do, the warmest article of clothing they have. They're down and waiting within minutes, mindful of the fact that they don't want to keep him waiting, not even a little bit.

At least they have something nice to listen to, quietly humming along.

The Force. It's basically magic, right? So then, it can be the second kind of magic they learn. Sans would- he'd be pretty happy. That they're learning.]

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[prophesiedone]

[Anakin spots him and frowns faintly at his attire. Well, kid, it looks like it's time to find you a coat. He shrugs off his cloak and drapes it over Frisk's head, giving him a small, encouraging smile.

Though the expression, as always, is a little more disturbing - for the lack of complete sanity - than reassuring.]

Show me what you can do.

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[save_theworld]

[He really doesn't waste any time, does he? Frisk supposes they don't mind the lack of greeting; if he's not being polite first, then they don't have to be polite either. Show me what you can do.

So they do. Sucking in a breath, Frisk centers themself...and twirls, icking a leg in the air and striking the most valiant pose in their repertoire.

Mettaton would've liked it.]

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[prophesiedone]

[Oh no. Oh no. Anakin blinks once, twice and then...

Begins to laugh. Let it not be said Darth Vader is immune to cute displays!]

Alright, alright. Let's go get you a coat.

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[save_theworld]

[SUCCESS! In a way! The moment he laughs, their own face splits into a grin, wobbling a little before letting their foot touch the ground.

Is he cold? Is that the problem?]

I don't have one.

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[prophesiedone]

[Kids. Anakin has such a soft spot for them.]

I know. That's why we need to get you one. [He nudges Frisk in front of him.]

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[save_theworld]

[Good that someone does, since kids are not often as keen on soft spots for themselves.]

Mn- but why do I need one? [Past looking absolutely tatty and threadbare, that is.]

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[prophesiedone]

[That makes sense. They want all the attention!]

Because you'll be cold if you're not already. [He wraps his cloak tighter around little Frisk.]