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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.