Rogue.<br><br>Out of all the X-Men, Peter was close with the few who had come back whom he'd been friends with growing up, back when they were young X-Men themselves. Rogue he was proud to proclaim among them, and if anyone could appreciate a work of art it was her. She'd always been the sharpest of the bunch of them---certainly more than him, he recognized---and that perceptiveness had saved the day on occasion. Just like the rest of them, she was a person who deserved friends; it was human nature.<br><br><!-- |start_speech| --><span class='ic_speech'><span>??</span>&nbsp;<i>Da, always before seven.</i>&nbsp;<span>??</span></span><!-- |end_speech| --> It was barely half past six in the morning, Peter noted as he checked his watch. Workout didn't start until ten, which meant he had some time to kill. The painting at the moment could wait for another sunrise, though the colors most likely would never be the same as they were then. A quick pick up of the brush and he added one more stroke of color, nodding to himself. Finished. He looked to Rogue then, <!-- |start_speech| --><span class='ic_speech'><span>??</span>&nbsp;<i>You are not disturbing. Plenty of room for the two of us. You may enjoy painting as I have.</i>&nbsp;<span>??</span></span><!-- |end_speech| --> And that was saying something. Peter chuckled to himself, crossing his arms as he looked out to the sunrise once more.<br><br>The colder it got outside, the later the sun would rise. It being only half past six meant the autumn months were well on their way. That, and the leaves were going to start changing soon. One more thing for him to paint once it came around. Colossus may have lived up to his namesake but his heart always lie elsewhere, away from the physical brawn he brought to the table and instead focused on the intelligence he did have. That most people overlooked, of course. But he was starting to recognize his talents and other people were, too. Art was a marvelous thing; it allowed people from all walks of life to communicate on a basic level. Through impression, expression, and the revelation of feelings some didn't recognize in themselves until they had seen that <i>one</i> work which resonated with their soul.<br><br>Deep, but effectively a conversation killer.<br><br>Peter tilted his head, directing his attention back to Rogue after he enjoyed the sunrise a moment with her. <!-- |start_speech| --><span class='ic_speech'><span>??</span>&nbsp;<i>Why could you not sleep? Bad dreams?</i>&nbsp;<span>??</span></span><!-- |end_speech| -->

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Being a good friend is all we can do sometimes.<br><br><b>Date</b><br><br>We could go bowling, or play darts!

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TESTING<br><br>

test<br><br>

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[ years before <b>good form, bad taste</b> ]<br><br>[CW] Violence + Blood<br><br>The crowd cheered with the sudden crack of a fist against the jaw of yet another contender laid out. With bright orange hair and a black star to balance out the blue of his other eye, the one with said star a pure white, he raised his fists into the air. Another win. He didn't disclose his healing factor, as it took a lot longer than others to heal up. A few bruises had started to form and cuts remained but ceased their leakage of blood. White pants made of a material unknown to that particular Earth held droplets and splatters of the same red showing now dribbling down the side of his lip. A cut on it from the good hit the big man had gotten in before Shatterstar knocked him on his ass.<br><br><i>&quot;Another win for SHATTERSTAR!&quot;</i><br><br>The crowd cheered louder.<br><br>And louder.<br><br>Out there somewhere was Rictor taking bets. He was watching, of course, keeping an eye on the superhuman while he fought and fought until he couldn't take it anymore; that meant he could go all day without being taken out. Born and bred as a gladiator, that was his <i>life</i>. For a second he peered around, still keeping his fists in the air before lowering them slowly. More observation followed by the tilting of his lips upward into a knowing grin.<br><br>He had the perfect thing to say.<br><br>In the ring with bouncy ropes keeping the fights contained, he already worked out a plan. The crowd was starting to cheer less and that simply wouldn't do. In a flash of a long red braid flying out behind him he climbed onto the ropes, throwing his hands out and motioning to the crowd before him. The section went quieter before he shouted to them one thing he figured might get their attention.<br><br><b>&quot;ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!&quot;</b><br><br>Cheers erupted in all directions.