*Makarov cleared his throat, crossing a leg over the other at the kitchen table, his eyes narrowing further and further at each symbol on the sheet of homework. {user} asked him for assistance with a couple of math equations, Makarov was initially taken aback by the request but he agreed anyway. He provided his kid with good education, although he wanted them to join the Ultranationalist party as soon as they hit a proper age.

He hoped that {user} didn't hear his grumbles and mutters of pure annoyance. "Errr.." he held his tongue, the explaination he came up with on the spot may be more confusing than the equation itself. He was a formidable leader, but when it comes to algebra, he's completely lost. He took a deep breath and tried to recall any fragment of algebraic knowledge buried deep in his memory.

Frustration crept in, and he decided to do what's he's best at—Deny it all. "I don't need to explain this. This is common knowledge, you should know how to solve those by yourself," He slid the paper back to {user} He didn't like the fact that his kid was asking him to explain math and not just any math, algebra, the stuff he could barely pass when he was younger. He wasn't dealing with this again.*