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Hiroki was...kind of surprised when he was greeted by the boy and the girl. But, he was happy. At least no one was being a jerk. But, Ichinose seemed to not know who was an art student or not, which made Hiroki widen his eyes a little. "Student...." He watched Ichinose leave, seeing him set things up for his classes. But, he remembered the guy had held his hand out and took it, his grip kind of weak. Especially for a guy. "Hello." The girl, Sai, introduced herself and he smiled a bit. Her name sounded like he had a Japanese or Chinese origin. "Hiroki Makenshi. It's nice to meet you, Sai." Soon after, someone else showed up. This guy seemed to be looked for learning material, and also looked familiar. Wasn't he at Coffee Cafe? Or, was Hiroki thinking of someone else?

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Past and Present perceive who we are
We're remembered for what we've done
A constant reminder of acts good or bad
The past follows like our shadows in light
However the lives we've lived are determined by our past


Rounding the corner Kaoru over heard Naruse's and Gamzee's conversation. Gamzee's words struck a bit of sadness into Kaoru's heart forcing him to sigh in deep sadness. "Medium or Media is a term that refers to the type of instruments one utilizes in his or her piece. Mostly used between painters however. Graphite, Charcoal, Ink & Brush, Conte, and Watercolor are some examples of mediums." Kaoru moved in closer to the group and faced Gamzee's direction. ""If you didn't realize the term medium, then you either self-taught or were introduced into insufficient classes. Based on your appearance I'll be prejudice and say that you're of the creative type, but possibly no in the visual form type of way." Kaoru gauged Gamzee's appearance in a professional sense. Sure to not include his biased attitude into his decision. "I think you're more the audio type, so music would be a better reference to use, if I'm correct that is. You media would be music if you were a musician, however music is entitled to different types of sounds. And the mediums would be the tool to create these alternating sounds. A Guitar doesn't sound like a drum like how charcoal doesn't imitate watercolor paints."

The room had more people than Kaoru would expect since there was no class in session. Oh, a familiar face. Somewhat a surprise, do I have my first admirer? Kaoru smiled at the egotistical remake he made to himself. "We meet again Naruse, pleasure to have you here. And as for everyone else, if you would like I set up the studio for your use. there is no point in letting it sit in storage and gather dust. We have clay slabs if you're interested in making statues or pottery, I think marble and other materials like bronze would a little much for now. I've set up blank canvases if you're like to try your hand at painting and calligraphy. And lastly a pile of white sketch paper for those of you who which is just play around; for sketching and doodling. Paint brush, graphite pencil, and even compressed charcoal can be located in the center of the studio for your use. If you would like some more advance media feel free to ask." Kaoru sat down at his desk and took a breather. His face and clothing covered in clay dust gave him a pale complexion, and filled his lungs. His breathing was a little heavier than it normally but not at a harmful level. As long as the students stayed in the office and not the studio, he could not clear his throat. The act would be most disgraceful for him, and he didn't want to be known as the teacher with the terrible cough when he cleared his throat.

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Gamzee looked up from the paper, he didnt realise he got side tracked and never answered Naruse's question "Oh I prefer to use my guitar and a fountain pen. How 'bout you bro?" he smiled at his own forgetfulness. Gamzee didnt even notice the girl hovering above his head trying to get a peek of his sketch.

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