Teruteru begs Angie for inspiration

It was time for the Ultimate Cook to try his chops at Ultimate Acting. "Ah... Aaaah! Gyawawawawa!" the boy cried with an increasingly upset tone of voice, trying to get the teacher's attention by sounding like he was frustrated artistically. When she remained blissfully unaware, he turned it up even more. "GURGURGURGUR! <ED SHEERAN!!>" he cried, pounding his desk with his fists and now becoming so genuinely annoyed that he didn't need to act.

"Huh? Didja need something, Teruteru?" Angie questioned, now bounding over to his desk.

Appreciating how Angie had gotten so naively close to him that he could stare confidently into her exposed belly button as he talked, the young man regained his composure. "Auuugh! I'm just not feeling inspired! It's just like you said! None of us can picture Aku-wah-"

"Atua!" Angie corrected, flourishing her sculpting mallet in a way that seemed dangerous. "Atua actually gets pretty angry if you mess that up, but don't worry! He's a tsundere god, so he'll be happy again soon!"

"A-Ah... Yes... Atua. Like I was saying, none of us can picture him! It's as though we've been told to craft a five star dish from mystery ingredients, with no clear picture of how it looks once it's finished! Can you imagine?! How will I know which garnish to use? I won't!" the boy wept.

Angie smiled lovingly, then moved to cradle the boy's head and stroke his odd pompadour gently. To those who could see his smirking face, it was clear he'd already gotten all he needed out of this ruse, but he wasn't the type to stop when he was on a roll. "There there. Atua is huuuge, and his face is way up in the clouds. It's only normal that us mortals never get to glimpse his face. Atua says that the garnish is a part he just throws in the trash, though."

"A-Atua really said that?!" Teruteru reacted with shock, looking personally insulted. "Ahem! That sort of detail helps, but you know what would help us even more? If we practised sculpting one of Atua's disciples instead! Yes... If we can't envision him, the next best thing is one of his servants, right everyone? Right!" he answered, without even waiting for anyone to pitch in.

"Luckily, we're all servants of Atua!" Angie cheered, throwing her arms into the air and waving them from side to side, radiating energy. "Nyahaha!"

"I'm not... I'm never gonna serve a guy w-w-with a tiki face... I only serve hot guys... with glasses..." Toko grumbled from her seat nearby, smiling despite her complaints as the pleasant image of a godly glasses boy drifted into her head.

"No no no! Not just any disciple! I meant you, Angie! You know Atua so much better than the rest of us and you've given so much to him!" Teruteru corrected the substitute teacher, sounding as though he was growing impatient the more he spoke.

"Yes, I've given a lot to him!" Angie answered.

"So-"

"A lot of blood!"

"... S-So, I was thinking, we should make sculptures of you instead! We'll just get Gonta to move that statue in the center of the room, then you can pose for all of us so we can finally sculpt something we know! That sounds good, right? Riiight?" the perverted child encouraged her, adding a wink that didn't seem to transfer, given that his eyes almost always appeared to be winked shut by his chubby cheeks.

"You know what? Atua tells me that's actually a great idea! He's getting sick of all of the lame sculptures we're carving and he really wants us all to practice on me first, so we'll be better when we try him again!" Angie conceded, clapping her hands together excitedly.

"J-Just how long is this-s-s... this stupid class?!" Toko complained again, rattling her desk back and forth.

"Hmhmhm! I'm sorry if I sculpt your ass by accident, Angie-sensei," Teruteru cooed.

"No, please do! If it's a little girl like me, you should sculpt every bit of it. I'm not like Atua, who is giant beyond comprehension! I'm easy to see, so that means I'll dock points if you just chisel in my face," she responded, framing her face with two hands so that her cheeks squished together. The room briefly shook as the huge jungle boy, Gonta, worked to push aside the massive sculpture in the center of the room. He did it with relative ease, but it didn't stop every art implement in the room from rattling. Once it was moved out of the way, Angie stepped up onto the raised central platform and spread her arms wide. "This is actually a pretty good point to teach from! I should have had this open in the first place!" the artist chuckled. "Alright everybody! Get those chisels ready and... chisel for Atua!" Even as she said that, she was still shifting poses excitedly, tilting her head back and forth, and jumping from one leg to the other.

"Angie... Angie-Sensei!" the giant, bespectacled boy, Gonta Gokuhara, spoke up. "Gonta... Gonta can't chisel at all if Angie jump around so fast! Every time Gonta starts to carve arm, Angie moves! Gonta wants to make good statue for Angie and Atua, but Gonta can't carve that fast!!" It sounded like it was really bothering him.

Teruteru knew he could use that sentiment to his advantage. "He's right! Ah! This is super hard! You know what would make it better? If you made a sexy pose for us all and held it! Ah, that's making me feel very inspired, just imagining it! You too, right, Gonta?!"

"... G-Gonta gentleman... so Gonta not gonna say anything!"

"Aw, you kids just don't have any artistic inclinations at all, do you? Too many lusty thoughts and you'll never achieve enlightenment! But maybe I should throw you a bone, I guess? Since Atua says it's so important that you improve your sculptures," Angie questioned, crossing her arms thoughtfully while tilting her head back and forth restlessly.