<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QAAZ4wZ.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Colossus<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Piotr Rasputin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier School, Storm's Office<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September the 24th  - 10:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes/Mission Briefing<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Currently wearing a white button up dress shirt smudged with charcoal dust over a gray undershirt. The charcoal stains are less apparent on his black khaki pants or the worn black running shoes below.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While Piotr was grateful for the distraction from their upcoming mission, he couldn't help but shake his head with a somewhat exasperated grin coming across his face, he suddenly felt the full weight of his exhaustion as he replied, “Ah I am sorry to hear that you are having as much luck finding someone as myself. Between personal training, team training, building up the new recruits, going on missions, and teaching my classes,” the huge man affectionately gestured toward the stack of drawings now somewhat haphazardly scattered across Ororo's desk, “I haven't had much time to be meeting people.”<br/><br/>Pulling out a very worn and rather dated looking smart phone out of his pocket, the good natured giant continued with a mixture of contesting appreciation and aggravation in his voice, “Illyana tried to get me to meet someone on the... what's it called... the dating app? But there's only so many times strange women can ask how hard I can get before the joke ceases to be funny.” Placing his phone on Ororo's desk he lamented with a note of resignation in his voice, “The women I do manage to go out with are usually wonderful enough, but... well... there's only so much being put off for X-Men business a person can put up with before they want to move on. I cannot say I blame them.”<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment to consider whether or not he was simply grousing at this point, Piotr decided to bring the conversation back to the subject of his friend. Recalling the slight apprehension Bobby had just demonstrated in discussing his romantic life, Piotr did his best to shake off his fatigue and confidently spoke warm words of encouragement, “I am sure it won't be long until you find someone who treats you right, you're kind, one of the smartest people I know, and far more handsome than a single man should be. Any man would be lucky to have you.” With a wide an reassuring smile, Piotr reached over and firmly placed his hand on top of Bobby's shoulder before giving him a gentle squeeze. “After all, if someone like you cannot get themselves someone to be with, what hope is there for someone like me, eh?”<br/><br/>Letting out a short laugh at his lighthearted self-depreciation, Piotr removed his sizable fingers from Bobby's arm and placed them back on the table before looking past his old friend at the door to the office. “Who knows? Maybe once we have had success in our mission, there will be a pair of exotic beauties waiting for us in Cairo!”