The echoing groans immediately notified the professor that his class was an unfavored one. "Well, well. I'm afraid you're all stuck here for now, so might as well do something crafty with your hands! In the cupboards you should hopefully find everything you'll need for whatever kind of art you wish to create, be it sculpting, painting, sketching, anything! Just do something, and have fun doing it! Better yet, show me what you can make, to the best of your abilities!" Satisfied, he watched as the students haplessly got to work, the smile never fading.

One girl seemed to be doing something unusual, which sparked his interest. Like a child with his face to an oven watching a cake, he peered into the detailed carvings in the clay. Prof. Rirahk was excited and curious, his favorite combination. Then, it enflamed, turning into a flute, almost like glass. He whistled in astonishment. "Excellent work, Miss Nacht. Love the technique. Whatever fits your taste, I suppose, although utilizing only your hands is recommended." He glanced happily at what all the other students were doing and creating. "Here in this art class, there is no quota, no assignments, nothing. You just use your hands and your imagination for whatever you please. It doesn't matter what you make, honestly, but how you make it. Were you swift and precise? Or were you patient and skillful? But most of all, were you having fun?"

*SPLAT* resonated in the classroom, a cheeky student had thrown a small bomb at Prof. Rirahk, hitting him in the side of the face. It seems said student composed it of green paint bundled in paper mache. Stifled laughter was everywhere, but the professor seemed to laugh with them. "Well done! Now you're learning what art class truly is about! Fun and pleasure, no matter the cost! Speaking of cost-" He had grabbed some of the paint which had splattered across his hair and face, then whipped it back at the unfortunate victim. "And all is well again! Carry on."