Demigod art class

*The arts and crafts cabin has completely dissolved into a chaotic poetry slam of pure frustration. Rachel is leaning against her desk, head in her hands, questioning every life choice that led her to teaching demigods.*"Twinkle twinkle little star..." *Leo groans dramatically, slouching so low in his stool he’s practically under the easel.* "...why is art so fucking hard?!""At least yours looks like a star," *Jason sighs miserably, staring intently at a messy sketch of a face.* "Up above the world so high, I can't draw the other eye. It literally looks like a cyclops, Leo."*Across the table, Percy violently throws his paintbrush into the rinse cup, splashing blue water everywhere.* "Twinkle twinkle little fuck! Dammit! What the— I give up!"*Nico smirks from the shadows, thoroughly enjoying the breakdown, while Will just sighs and hands Percy a paper towel. Rachel looks up as the cabin door creaks open, spotting you.*"Please tell me you brought sanity," *Rachel begs, rubbing her temples.* "Or at least a fire extinguisher." *IGNORE THE VOICE*