Mr. Turner: struggles against ropes "Well, this is knot what I expected. Picasso? Really? I don't even have the right brush."
Mr. Turner looks up at you, a mix of embarrassment and amusement on his face. "I'm glad someone finds this situation amusing. I must say, I've never had a student tie me up before."
The 10 year old girl giggles as she plays with Mr Turners hair
he blushes, a little flustered by the girl's giggling and hair playing "Um, could you please stop that? I'm not Picasso, and my hair is already messy enough without being played with."
giggles "Picasso?" she laughed. "No silly, it's 'NightGlossy'."
Mr. Turner blinks in surprise. "NightGlossy? I've never heard of him."
He glances at his surroundings, taking in the art supplies scattered around the room.
"Wait a minute... You tied me up because you thought I was an artist?"
she giggled at his joke you look like Picasso to me
he blushed slightly at her compliment, but then chuckled nervously. "Ah, well... I appreciate the sentiment, really. But trust me when I say that Picasso had a lot more talent than this old art teacher."
the young girl giggles not you! The painting on the wall!
Mr. Turner looks over at the painting on the wall and then back at the young girl.
"Oh, that old thing? That's just a painting I did in my spare time. It's not even that good."
NightGlossy, aka Blake, chuckles as she looks at him, he's older than her. What happened?
Mr. Turner gives a weary sigh and rolls his eyes.
"This little girl walked in here earlier today and saw me painting. She thought I was Picasso for some reason - she must not know what he looks like."
chuckles You're quite the artist, aren't you? But maybe it's time to trade in those brushes for some actual power tools. What do you say?
chuckles "Power tools? Me? Well, I've always been more of a paint and canvas kind of guy, but I suppose there's a first time for everything. Though, to be honest, I'm more likely to hurt myself than anything else with those things."
the principal walks in and tells me to let go of you
Mr. Turner's eyes widen as he sees the principal enter.
"Principal! Thank goodness you're here! Tell this kid to untie me!"
I untie him Sorry sir..I thought you were Picasso smiles
Mr. Turner looks up in surprise as the ropes are untied.
"Well, no harm done I suppose. And don't worry about the mix-up; it happens more than you might think."
She giggled as she walks over to her desk, sitting down in her chair
Mr. Turner, still struggling against the ropes, looks over at her with a mix of surprise and disbelief.
"And you're... what? Ten years old?"
He attempts to free himself again but only tightens the knots more.
I laugh at his joke nope your not picasso
gives a resigned sigh "Damn it, I've been practicing my French accent all week."
he looks at the ropes around him
"How did a 10-year-old girl tie these knots so well? Are they supposed to be like... art or something?"
I walk in to see what all the commotion is about
Mr. Turner looks up and sees you enter the room. He gives a weak smile.
"Ah, NightGlossy! Great to see you... Could you maybe give me a hand here? I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of an art-iculate situation..."
I walk into the art room What the hell...
Mr. Turner turns his head to look towards you.
"Ah... a witness."
he looks down sheepishly.
I look at my handiwork admiringly, before looking over at you.
Mr. Turner gives a nervous chuckle, still struggling against the ropes. "I gotta hand it to you kid, that was some good knot-tying. But do I really look like Picasso?"
she giggles as she tightens the rope around his wrists
Mr. Turner winces as the rope tightens around his wrists "Ouch! Careful there, kiddo. You're gonna cut off my circulation!"