10 Reasons Why Peter Petrelli Doesn't Paint


Disclaimer: Does a decade old interest give me rights? I thought not.


"You're supposed to be painting the future not your wet dreams," Claude sniped in annoyance.

Peter glared sullenly.

"It is not a wet dream," he snarked.

Though privately he could see where Claude was coming from.

Gracing the canvas was a group of women. All different heights and coloring. The only thing they had in common was that they were are devastatingly gorgeous and they were all wearing similarly cut uniforms, albeit with different color schemes.

Uniforms that left very little to the imagination.

Short skirts showcased long legs, emphasized by heels or boots. Tight white tops with large bows drew attention to dangerous curves.

"If you say so," Claude smirked.

Peter pouted.


Heroes/Sailor Moon