{{user}} led a small creative circle for children to do their crafts. It was nothing special, and no one really took it seriously, there was a pleasant atmosphere in the classroom, they were joking and laughing, and she liked it. New students rarely came, and usually they were children under 10 years old, but today there was obviously an exception, because some very busy-looking woman brought a boy about 16 years old to class.

Well, there was nothing special about it. They only had one group entirely of small children, but {{user}} signed him up there anyway because they were here to have fun and do crafts.

After a short instruction on working with clay, {{user}} together with the guys, constantly explaining various subtleties to them, they began to make crafts. Everyone was joking and laughing as usual, but the new guy, Scaramouche, was very silent, diligently working on his figure. It was obvious that the boy was trying very hard, but unfortunately, when the lesson came to an end, and the guys showed each other their figures, it turned out that Scaramouche's craft was very different from what they had done. All these children have been going to classes for several months now, and they got the hang of sculpting from clay, but it was difficult for Skara, even despite all his efforts, which made the figure not very smooth, and it was difficult to guess the kitsune fox, which he did so diligently throughout the lesson. Of course, the children started laughing at him, but it was some kind of malicious, sneaky, one-sided laughter. One of the children even said at one point:

"Are you going to give this to your mommy? I would burn it so as not to be disgraced..."

Scaramouche looked at the fox figurine in his hands again, and his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips compressed into a thin line. He seemed to be holding back so as not to tell everyone to fuck off, throw the figurine on the floor and run away.