<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Painting/Confusion<br/></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">He was still pretty ecstatic, as only six days ago he and Kitty had finally admitted the truth to each other about how they felt. And to his relief, she'd felt the same way. The tension and passion between them had been so intense, that almost immediately after, they made love and he showed Kitty just how much he had to offer...in that regard at least. The rest was still to come, but he looked forward to every moment of it. Right now though, he was doing one of the few things that could keep Kitty off his mind; painting.<br/><br/> It was a simple piece. A small family looking at the night sky, sitting on a hill overlooking their town. It had a quaint romance to him that kept the painting going, gradually turning from an idea into a beautiful expression on the canvas. He'd just finished a very important stroke when a knock came at his door. He turned and before he could ask who it was, he heard Kitty's voice. <br/><br/>He put his brush and palette to the side, then went and opened the door. He only had on a painter's smock over his chest(easier to keep clean), and old sweatpants splattered with years of paint to the point where he didn't remember the original color. "Oh, hello, Katya. I wasn't expecting you," he said with a grin before reaching down and planting a quick kiss on her lips. "Please, come in."<br/><br/></span>