a/n: i don't own x men evolution
"I can see the faces you're making." Peeking around his canvas, Piotr gave Kitty an amused smirk.
She sucked her tongue back in and un-scrunched her face. As innocent as she could, she shrugged.
"Hold still," he said with a chuckle, having lost count of how many times he'd repeated it. "At this rate, you are going to come out blurry."
Oh haha. That was hilarious.
"This is taking forever," she rolled her eyes. "We've been here for like, four hours."
"It's been twenty minutes."
She heaved a sigh.
"It's the down side of being a muse." He grinned at her, a slight twinkle in his eye.
Slumping, then straightening back out, she sighed again.
"Fine." She said. "But you better make me pretty."
Smiling to himself, he kept silent. He'd only paint what he could see: of course he'd make her pretty.
a/n: very short, i know. been dealing with a massive bout of writer's block :/figured there was nothing to it but to do it. so i pulled a nike;]