[color=00a651][b]"Oi I swear I'm going to wined up setin' my whole bloody self on fire one of these days."[/b][/color] The behemoth known as Arty said as he nursed the freshly bandaged burn mark on the palm of his massive hand. The tiny, even when not compared to the mountain that was Arty, elderly woman who stood by the door the fiery haired fellow had just exited from let out a soft giggle. [color=ec008c]"Don't you worry hun, that burn will be fine in a couple of days. And look on the bright side, you are one step closer to being a master chief!"[/color] She said in a warm, reassuring voice that managed to put a smile on Arty's face. [color=00a651][b]Thanks Misses Green. Oh and I promise to pay yo' back for that apron I ruined."[/b][/color] Arty said as he apologetically rubbed the back of his humongous neck. [color=ec008c]"Don't fret dear, just treat that hand of yours and make sure to be on time for the next class."[/color] The woman, who's name was apparently Mrs. Green, said with a smile. Arty grinned before nodding. [color=00a651][b]"Of course, I'd never be late for yer class."[/b][/color] He then turned on his huge hills and started to walk off though he did look over his shoulder and waved back to Mrs. Green. [color=00a651][b]"See you next week teach!"[/b][/color] He called over his shoulder before continuing to walk off.

Arty had a large hearty grin on his face as he strolled his way through the illustrious Shine City Academy. Yes he was a bit older than most of the schools students, but to his credit he wasn't really a student either. He had been taking a cooking class here on the weekends for the past few months as a way to pass the time, that and he was getting tiered of himself burning all the food he bought. But now that his class was done Arty was faced with a problem, he had no clue what to do with himself. He had quite a few hours before his shift at the club started, they always wanted Arty to work the nightshifts as that was when the most trouble usually happened and having a giant wall of muscle on hand was always the fastest way to get ride of a problem. [color=00a651][b]"Hmm could head to the gym... go a few rounds with Joey if he is up to it."[/b][/color] Arty spoke half to himself as he scratched his chin and contemplated what he should do today. Whatever he decided Arty knew he had to do something, this day could not go to waist.