Ash's Art Appreciations, Studio Session #9

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Ash sits, drumming his fingers on his desk, looking a bit agitated::

::He has set out a few large boxes of donuts, and there is a Mr. Coffee perkolating next to a stack of those lovely non-biodegrable styrofoam cups::

::There is, on another table, about one million popsicle sticks, glue, brushes, and a few bottles of various colors of paint::

::The board is heavily written on today::

"I was not in class the past three days. I am not responsible for what JackAss-Ash did. You will not hold it against me. You will accept the donuts and coffee as my bribe to just forget the whole thing. You will not ask why I have an evil twin. You will not ask what a guy does to keep himself occupied while tied up underneath a bed for three days. You will also note that I look better naked than my evil twin."

::He then realizes he hasn't written an assignment, and adds a few words::

"Make something out of the popsicle sticks. A log cabin, a smiley face, a large pointy weapon which I could use to go stab JackAss-Ash repeatedly, anything. Go Wild. Have fun. Don't hate me."

::He then snags a donut for himself, and chew thoughtfully::

Comments

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa comes into class and hides in the back, coughs, and starts building a little stick house (http://familyfun.go.com/Resources/Features/Activities/famf97project_pops01.jpg) before she starts staring off into space, waiting for class to end.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::wanders to the back, checking students' progress, a cup of coffee in hand::

Yo, Cuddy... good work. ::nods::

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Lisa answers a bit warily. "Are you feeling better?" she asks with a hint of guilt in her voice.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Look, I don't know what my doppleganger did, alright? If he did anything to hurt you, I can only apologize that I wasn't able to take him out before he got the chance. You're a good kid, and a great student, Cuddy. And you build one fine popsicle stick house.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"No, no, it's okay. No worries, Coach." She sneezes and looks a little miserable. "I just feel bad I couldn't, didn't help you out. Thanks for the coffee, though."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

You okay? Got a cold or somethin'? You wanna skip out to the clinic?

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Actually... yeah, I probably should. Here's my house. You can put stick-Lisa in it if you want. Thanks."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

No problem. Anything for my best student, huh?

::takes the house up to his desk::

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty makes a popsicle statuette of Cuddy wearing a low cut dress that displays a lot of cleavage.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::pats Marty on the back when he sees the statue::

Good work. Nice eye for detail.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"See, Marty," she sputters out between coughs. "I was going to apologize for calling you a d-bag last class. And now... not so much. I'm going to the clinic. Maybe I can get some of the good cough syrup. Smell you later."