Kreese walked outside the office, a Coors bottle in one hand, drinking from it while he watched his students carry out his command to repaint areas of the dojo to his liking. Johnny's aesthetics had been too bright. A bit garish, really. Darker accents were what this place needed.

He strolled over to the other side of the doorway. Hawk looked up at him, a streak of grey paint on his cheek. "Is there any special way we should be doing this, Sensei?" he asked. The kid was consistently looking for his approval.

"No," Kreese answered. "Just get it done."