Owner	Pose
Piotr Rasputin	Most of the people oin the mansion are fast asleep, snug in their beds. Piotr is not one of those people. He's found himself alone in the rec room, leaning over the pool table as he idly takes aim and sends a few balls into various pockets. He's dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt, the big man having just finished working out. That did't make him want to sleep, though, so here he is.     He grumbles to himself in Russian as he steps back from the table, eyeing the various ball positioning. He's no pool shark, and it's obvious. It isn't his kind of athleticism. He grunts and leans forward again, narrowing his eyes as he lines up another shot.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost is currently settled in over on one of the couches in the room, where she has a laptop unfolding over in front of her. It's got rapidly scrolling data over it and a variety of bobbling heads (or whatever one called a business zoom call). Emma herself looked relatively composed. "Thank you Gerald, Diane. Give my regards to the children. And please, don't give Peter the cyborg exoskeleton. You're still paying off your lawyers from the last time. And they weren't making -me- any money."     Conference call finished, Emma goes to fold the laptop closed. "Piotr, is everything all right?"
Piotr Rasputin	"Just trouble sleeping," he admits in that deep, accented voice of his. He straightens when she speaks and glances back over at her. "Nothing too serious. Insomnia hits me every once and awhile. I usually paint or work out to come down enough to fall asleep, but it isn't working tonight. So, I was just trying to keep my brain occupied..." Piotr glances at the laptop. "Business is bad?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to take a sip of a mug of tea that smelled too sweet. Definitely flavored with some sort of alcohol. "Business is business. And business means working sometimes with engineers that do not have common sense to know that simply because they can do something does not mean they should. This includes not building your son a suit of power armor to help him get the self confidence to dealw ith bullies."
Piotr Rasputin	He arches an eyebrow at that and ends up turning to lean his pool stick up against the side of the pool table. "It isn't something I know much about. Business, I mean. Handling bullies? That is something I know quite a bit about." Piotr crosses the room towards her, pausing near the rec room's dridge to grab a bottle of water. He then continues over and slides into a seat nearby.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would nod, "Yes. And sometimes while the intent can be pure.. Well, several million dollars of property damage later and half of a grade school leveled.. Children will be children. I did hear unofficially that the two children are now friends since the one that caused the damage was cool enough to get school canceled for a week."
Piotr Rasputin	"I would not have suggested power armor to deal with a bully..." He shakes his head a bit and sighs, brushing his fingers back through his dark hair. "Let us hope this relationship isn't a bad influence, then," the big Russian states before he takes a long pull from his bottle of water.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would tsk, "Well, I'm not sure in that firendship which one to have worries for. I'm sure that they'll work it out without hopefully more business for the local construction industry."