<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Vodka chases away nightmares, food chases away hungry bellies</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Hearing the lovely, and mostly innocent Kitty curse out loud because he startled her caused a deep chuckle to rise from Piotr's throat. And hearing her voice made his stomach flip. He kept his composure though and seemed only slightly flushed when she looked at his face. And considering he'd had his first drink when he was seven, it was safe to say liquor didn't have that effect on him. <br/><br/>It seemed...only Katherine Pryde, could do that to him. He could tell something was bringing her down, and if his assumption was correct, they were already on the same page. Her answer to his question, was like he'd predicted, about Salvation. Or as she called him, "Genocide". He rolled it around in his head before nodding. "You've a gift for names, as that is the road I see for mutant kind if he and his superiors are not stopped or moved from this madness." <br/><br/>He reached out and tentatively touched her shoulder. "It will be okay though, Katya. We will find a way...we always do, da?" She asked him right after about drinking so early, causing him to laugh again. Then the laugh faltered and died when she offered to help. He gulped, and looked down at the big cup in his hand(no such thing as half-assing in Siberia). "Back home on the farm, you had to drink early. Otherwise by the time work was done, you'd be too tired to drink yourself to sleep," he somewhat joked. "But...<em>beautiful</em> company is always welcome. <em>Always</em>." He took another sip, then stepped closer to her and held the cup out. If he'd been psychic, he would've answered her minds question. There <em>was</em> no drinking age in Russia.<br/><br/></span><br/>