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[steelartisan]

Piotr had just finished a workout with Scout and Logan, and his current canvas was calling to him. Even as he changed, he kept coming back to it. Splash a bit of color here, a brush stroke there. He didn't normally like abstract things, but hm.

"More peach."

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[prydeful]

Sneak sneak sneak.

Shifty shifty.

Not planning to ask for anything, her, noooo.

Her hand is over her eyes as her head pops in. "I hope you're decent."

Knock? What is this knocking thing?!

[steelartisan]

Sweats. No one is surprised. And knocking? What's that?

The corner of his mouth quirks, and he goes backs to his painting. "Da, Katya."

[prydeful]

Nothing the X-Men know of!

Her hand drops and she grins with a teasing, "Pity," as she steps the rest of the way in and coming behind him to peak around his arm at the canvas.

He is tall. She is not. Over his shoulder is a bit out of the question.

"Pretty, too."

[steelartisan]

He lifts his arm a bit and looks down at her with a small smile. "I felt like color." Even as he takes up a pencil and starts to sketch in the slightly wet paint.

"All right?" with his eyes on his work.

[prydeful]

"Yup. You've got paint on your arms." And neck. And chest. And most places, really.

This is not exactly a surprise.

"Got a question for you."

[steelartisan]

He looks down. "When did...?" Piotr grabs up one of many, many paint covered cloths around the room. Best not make everyone else (really, Kitty) paint covered too.

A little wary, "Is not about sex education class, is it? I told Emma that is may be not my strong point."

[prydeful]

"A name like Colossus, though? They'd listen to you talk about sex, no question."

RIMSHOT!

"But no, it's not. I wanted to know what you're doing this weekend."

[steelartisan]

Bright red.

He thinks about that next sentence. Thinks about it. No, still bright red.

"I am painting, waxing the car, and I do not think on a mission?"

He does sound a little hopeful for...something.

[prydeful]

She might be smirking. A little.

And then she looks a little sheepish. "I, um. Was wondering. If you'd like to help me watch the kids of some friends of mine from Saturday afternoon til Sunday."

[steelartisan]

"Of course."

Wait. Ask questions. Do not confuse meaning.

"Is no problem at all."

Wait!

His forehead wrinkles. "Whose children?"

[prydeful]

"Er. Tonks and Bernard's? They've two, Sunny and Anthony, who's a baby. At Milliways," she adds helpfully, before throwing her arms around him, even if it gets some paint on her.

DO NOT LET HIM CHANGE HIS MIND.

"Thank you!"

[steelartisan]

Mission: ACCOMPLISHED!

He returns with a one armed hug of his own. "Is no problem, Katya."

He always was a sucker for being a knight in shining armor.

[prydeful]

She grins up at him.

"But it's appreciated. A lot. And heck, you could be, I dunno. Beating up monsters. So. Thanks again."

There is paint on her cheek, but she can deal with that.

And now the demon bunny cannot eat her.