"That's why I teach art," Piotr said with a smile. "No grading, everything is an A. Even when it is terrible." And there was always something that was terrible.
Pete kept his eyes on the clouds, but nothing else had caught his eye that was too recognizable. He shifted his full attention back to Kitty. "I think the prom was a turning point." Aside from the few flare-ups, the aftermath of the ordeal was generally positive - more so than how things were before it. "I know John certainly seems a bit more at ease." His roommate had spent more time typing and less time brooding since the prom. Perhaps the pyrokine had found his place. "Then again, it might just be the Russian hospitality." Piotr smirked to the phaser and adjusted to he was looking skyward again. Sigh.