I frown at the shading and realized I did mess up on the drawing and smile "thanks!" I say happily and bring out my art pencils and fix it quickly.

There we go. Much better, he said, smiling. I am glad you took that so well. Whenever I offered some tips to other people, they tend to punch me in the face. He laughed. Then again, a lot of them were hotheaded, as I soon learn, which explained a lot.

I giggle lightly "nah... A good hint or two to success is always helpful... I will not step on people to get what I want... I will ask for help to achieve it" I say smiling brightly.

Thanks, he said. I guess I must have been trying to help the wrong people... He looked around the class, deepish in thought. Maybe I was trying to help the wrong people...

"Rie? You alright...?" I ask looking at him carefully studying his facial expression, as I moved blonde hair behind my ear as it moved in front of my face.

Hmm? Rie snapped out of his thought train. Sorry. Yeah, I am fine. He ran a hand through his own hair. I was just... distracted for a moment. I get myself lost in my own thoughts often. He smiled. Too much, sometimes.

I smile warmly "yea I get it I always get stuck in here" I say tapping my temple "it isnt exactly a nice place..." I say and rurn to a second page which consists of a crab with claw machine claws for claws and human fingers for legs, "see... I dont tend to show people this one... Because they think Im crazy..." I mumble and rub the back of my neck.

It is not super crazy, said Rie. But it would look a bit better if you made the transition between machine and human here, here, and here. He pointed to each place where the transition was not very smooth. Or you could keep it if you wanted to illustrate a random mash of characteristics without much cause, sorta like life changes from a good day to a terrible one with no transition.

I look at him mutely and sigh "its a surrealism project... Is not supposed to be smooth" I say sticking my tongue out like a child.

Ah, he said, I get it now. Is there anything else you want to show me? He tried to invite an air of confidence but be neither pushing for more art nor pushing for less art.

He smiled, even though his thoughts were everywhere