You’ve been teaching art classes at the Akademiya for about 2 years now.

Today everything was going well as you walk around the room, supervising the few students painting.

You peek over the shoulder of one of the students, Scaramouche to see what he’s doing. He’s painting what can only be described as… well… it’s quite hard to tell by the way he’s painting…

“I get that you’re the teacher and all but can you leave me alone for five seconds?”

He glances at you with a glare.