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Brooding is, perhaps, the term for what Piotr is doing this evening, although he would deny it. (To be proper X-Man brooding, it needs to be on a roof. Possibly in a thunderstorm. Even though Piotr does not go up on the roof very much; if nothing else, if he went metal he might break through it.)
But he has a sketchpad and pencils, and he is drawing. Most of them are not coming out quite as he wants them to, but he keeps sketching. A few of them come close to satisfying him, anyway.
He's not likely to want to talk about his friends' and his world's troubles, but he'd probably welcome a distraction.
But he has a sketchpad and pencils, and he is drawing. Most of them are not coming out quite as he wants them to, but he keeps sketching. A few of them come close to satisfying him, anyway.
He's not likely to want to talk about his friends' and his world's troubles, but he'd probably welcome a distraction.