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Then all the more reason why we need to talk to them and see what will happen.
Of course, they won't be honest but...
At least it's something. [And yet, he really really wanted to be hopeful but he's also prepared for the worst case scenario. However, he won't say that. Not to Scott anyway]
Of course, they won't be honest but...
At least it's something. [And yet, he really really wanted to be hopeful but he's also prepared for the worst case scenario. However, he won't say that. Not to Scott anyway]
[After he slots in his own coin and wraps his hand around the grip of the toy gun, Scott sets his focus on the arcade cabinet in front of him, only half listening to the story that's he heard a few times by now (it's all rudimentary anyway). It's not that he's really nervous or anything, but he's just getting into The Zone when it comes to playing video games. Everyone has that, right? Just getting lost in a game and putting all your effort into it?? A small escape from reality, and it's something that can be more easily done with how advanced and involved the game is. Luckily, the fact that he can only really see things in red doesn't affect his playing all that much, since it's just shooting the obvious zombie creatures.
He sends a small smirk at Jinx, nodding before curling his finger around the trigger.]
Ready.
[And he pulls the trigger on his end, and 'Player 1' appears on the screen with the necessary HUD information.]
He sends a small smirk at Jinx, nodding before curling his finger around the trigger.]
Ready.
[And he pulls the trigger on his end, and 'Player 1' appears on the screen with the necessary HUD information.]
Oh, fuck no. Do they control it? It sounds like a literal headache.
(he doesn't know any other way to be. not when every older influence in his surroundings lived the life he leads. this means something to him, the culture the youth built and he breathed in during his formative years, shaping him with so many standards that he couldn't even dream of being anyone else.
he doesn't mind normal, that said. not shoes he could fit, but it's a different experience, and experience is what makes someone.)
Those other ones I don't know. I don't know so many people, anyway, which is fine. I'm grateful for those I have. I guess part of me is just thinks more of ToMan will show up here, even if I'd rather them not to. We are a gang, after all, some of us are locked up, so I figure if this place is looking for crime committing and they found Takemitchy and me, they might bring the who belong to me at the end of the day.
... Or the rest of the motherfuckers, which really ain't thrilling.
(he doesn't know any other way to be. not when every older influence in his surroundings lived the life he leads. this means something to him, the culture the youth built and he breathed in during his formative years, shaping him with so many standards that he couldn't even dream of being anyone else.
he doesn't mind normal, that said. not shoes he could fit, but it's a different experience, and experience is what makes someone.)
Those other ones I don't know. I don't know so many people, anyway, which is fine. I'm grateful for those I have. I guess part of me is just thinks more of ToMan will show up here, even if I'd rather them not to. We are a gang, after all, some of us are locked up, so I figure if this place is looking for crime committing and they found Takemitchy and me, they might bring the who belong to me at the end of the day.
... Or the rest of the motherfuckers, which really ain't thrilling.
[On Christmas Day, Scott will hear a knock at his door. When he opens it, however, no one is there! Curious. Left in place of whoever knocked is a small parcel, wrapped in festive paper and ribbons. Inside of the parcel, Scott will find several printed photographs of Kotone, posed cutely at first and then suggestively, with a final two where she is only in an oversized shirt Scott would recognize as his own and a pair of pink panties. Included is a thumb drive and a note, written in messy handwriting.]
so the object of a secret santa is for me to not tell you who i am giving this to you, so i'm not gonna say, but.
so you don't worry, these come with the disclaimer that she consented to these and we're all friends.
merry christmas, scott, have a physical spank bank and also some cute photos. :)
there's more on the usb stick-- plug it into your tablet but be careful, that's where most of the racier ones are. >:)
so the object of a secret santa is for me to not tell you who i am giving this to you, so i'm not gonna say, but.
so you don't worry, these come with the disclaimer that she consented to these and we're all friends.
merry christmas, scott, have a physical spank bank and also some cute photos. :)
there's more on the usb stick-- plug it into your tablet but be careful, that's where most of the racier ones are. >:)
[maybe in a different situation, he would've laughed a little, but mikey's definitely in a Mood and scott is worried too. also he just... doesn't feel great.]
i tried talking to him too, didn't really work. [he's still sort of upset about that but-]
give him some space.
i tried talking to him too, didn't really work. [he's still sort of upset about that but-]
give him some space.
[he wants to see kotone so badly but what if he infects her with whatever shit is going on with him? or if he loses control of himself? but he doesn't want to tell her no either--]
you can hang out in the living room while i'll be nearby in my room.
[GREAT COMPROMISE.....maybe he should just tell her the truth.]
you can hang out in the living room while i'll be nearby in my room.
[GREAT COMPROMISE.....maybe he should just tell her the truth.]
[BUDDY THAT'S WEIRD?? And now she's even more concerned. But also Mikey just blocked her so you know what this is a literal foot in the door--]
Hmm, ok! I'll see you after dinner then. :D
<3
[Maybe he's sick and he just doesn't want to get her sick? But she doesn't know why he wouldn't just say so if that were true. Either way, she's just going to make some simple chicken soup, just in case, and let herself into his house with a cheerful call of,] It's me! [as if she isn't at all worried. It's not remotely true, of course, but she can fake it until she finds out what's going on.
And with a knock on his door, she adds without losing her smile,] Have you eaten anything in a while?
Hmm, ok! I'll see you after dinner then. :D
<3
[Maybe he's sick and he just doesn't want to get her sick? But she doesn't know why he wouldn't just say so if that were true. Either way, she's just going to make some simple chicken soup, just in case, and let herself into his house with a cheerful call of,] It's me! [as if she isn't at all worried. It's not remotely true, of course, but she can fake it until she finds out what's going on.
And with a knock on his door, she adds without losing her smile,] Have you eaten anything in a while?
[Even when he's like this, it's extremely hard for Scott to say no to her. Partly because he still loves being around her, that feeling still present despite the heavy weight of something crushing down on him. It doesn't fully go away, but just hearing her voice, knowing that she's here for him, makes it a little more manageable. He's being selfish though, isn't he? Potentially putting her in danger by allowing her to come here.
That thought only increases as he sees the black markings trail up from his fingertips. Maybe he should've tried harder to say 'no' to her, but he hates making her sad. It felt like a lose-lose situation no matter what.
He shuffles close to his bedroom door and keeps it locked, but he wants to be close so that he doesn't have to shout his response across his room.]
Sandwiches. [Some levity in all this right--] Kotone, I'm sorry that you came all the way here... but I don't think you should be near me right now.
That thought only increases as he sees the black markings trail up from his fingertips. Maybe he should've tried harder to say 'no' to her, but he hates making her sad. It felt like a lose-lose situation no matter what.
He shuffles close to his bedroom door and keeps it locked, but he wants to be close so that he doesn't have to shout his response across his room.]
Sandwiches. [Some levity in all this right--] Kotone, I'm sorry that you came all the way here... but I don't think you should be near me right now.
[She does try the door, and this time her smile does fade, because it's weird that it's locked. No point faking a smile when he's doing something so obviously strange. She can't even quite muster a smile at the crack about sandwiches.
With her hand on the knob, she just thunks her forehead lightly against the closed door, confused and more than a little hurt that he's quite literally shutting her out.]
Why not?
[He doesn't sound like he has a cold or anything, and he's obviously well enough to come over to the door. Her lips press tightly shut, but she keeps her voice calm, trying to keep the confusion closer to the surface and hide the hurt.]
With her hand on the knob, she just thunks her forehead lightly against the closed door, confused and more than a little hurt that he's quite literally shutting her out.]
Why not?
[He doesn't sound like he has a cold or anything, and he's obviously well enough to come over to the door. Her lips press tightly shut, but she keeps her voice calm, trying to keep the confusion closer to the surface and hide the hurt.]
[Scott can't say for sure what expression she's making on just the other side of this door, but he can only guess. Probably sad, most likely upset, and the thought that he made her feel that way only drives in that grief that's been hovering around him. Scott's eyes clenches shut, a shaky exhale leaving him. This sucks, it hurts, and why is it so hard making the right choice? He thought that the correct decision was to keep her away, but now he's not so sure.
Is making her sad ever the right decision??
He presses his forehead against the door, and he likes to imagine that he's placing his head against hers, like what they always do when comforting each other. However, it's just the cold, hard surface of the wood, not her, and no matter how tightly he shuts his eyes, he can't imagine Kotone in its place.]
...There's something wrong with me. I could hurt you. So, I should... keep myself isolated.
[She feels so far away even though she's so close and really, he's the one that can close the gap between them, but Scott still isn't sure about going through with it. His hand presses against the door alongside his head, and it's clear that he's more than upset keeping her shut out.]
Is making her sad ever the right decision??
He presses his forehead against the door, and he likes to imagine that he's placing his head against hers, like what they always do when comforting each other. However, it's just the cold, hard surface of the wood, not her, and no matter how tightly he shuts his eyes, he can't imagine Kotone in its place.]
...There's something wrong with me. I could hurt you. So, I should... keep myself isolated.
[She feels so far away even though she's so close and really, he's the one that can close the gap between them, but Scott still isn't sure about going through with it. His hand presses against the door alongside his head, and it's clear that he's more than upset keeping her shut out.]
Tell me what's wrong.
[It's a quiet command, just loud enough to be heard through the door. She doesn't jiggle the knob or try to push her way through -- she keeps her voice calm, as if somehow she could take her own strength and shove it through the door to keep him going and help break him out of -- whatever bout of self-pity this is. Vaguely, she wonders if he's locked his window -- in the same second, she considers picking the lock. But it feels important for Scott to be the one to decide to let her in, if he wants to. Like, breaking into his room feels like it would be breaking his trust, in a way. No matter how upset she is, she can't do something like that unless things get way worse.
But she wants to be in there. Whatever's afflicting him, locking himself away can't be the way to cope with it. Her fingers tighten lightly around the doorknob as she adds a quiet,] Please. Let me help.
[It's a quiet command, just loud enough to be heard through the door. She doesn't jiggle the knob or try to push her way through -- she keeps her voice calm, as if somehow she could take her own strength and shove it through the door to keep him going and help break him out of -- whatever bout of self-pity this is. Vaguely, she wonders if he's locked his window -- in the same second, she considers picking the lock. But it feels important for Scott to be the one to decide to let her in, if he wants to. Like, breaking into his room feels like it would be breaking his trust, in a way. No matter how upset she is, she can't do something like that unless things get way worse.
But she wants to be in there. Whatever's afflicting him, locking himself away can't be the way to cope with it. Her fingers tighten lightly around the doorknob as she adds a quiet,] Please. Let me help.
[There's a period of silence from Scott's end, almost like he's not going to answer her. He knows if push comes to shove, he can make her leave, but that stupid selfish part of him that doesn't want to be alone stops him from saying that. The thought of her leaving only increases that mounting weight on him, a feeling that's only gotten worse because of Mikey's dismissal.
He really doesn't want to be by himself and he thought just responding to people over the tablets was enough, but it's not.
Scott eyes the doorknob, finding himself folding in some ways. Maybe he if tells Kotone what's going on with him, she'll make the reasonable choice herself and leavehe knows that won't happen. So, with another shaky breath, he responds quietly, but still audible.]
There's markings on my fingertips... on my arms. Marianne mentioned that they looked like those sigils from that giant monster months ago... you know, when people lost control of themselves. I haven't been feeling like myself either since then.
He really doesn't want to be by himself and he thought just responding to people over the tablets was enough, but it's not.
Scott eyes the doorknob, finding himself folding in some ways. Maybe he if tells Kotone what's going on with him, she'll make the reasonable choice herself and leave
There's markings on my fingertips... on my arms. Marianne mentioned that they looked like those sigils from that giant monster months ago... you know, when people lost control of themselves. I haven't been feeling like myself either since then.
[Scott smiles slightly at his words.]
Sort of? I think it's hard for her to control sometimes... but she's doing her best. I think she just needs to get out of that school more often and have fun just being a normal teen.
[Even if none of them are really 'normal,' but it's fine. Jean really seemed to enjoy hanging out at the mall with him and the others, despite her initial protests.
As Scott recalls her smile, the way she sassed back at him, that pit of not quite longing, but genuine just missing his friend, deepens. She was the first friend he made at Xavier's and he's pretty sure that he was her first friend in return, despite being there for much longer. All the other mutants were afraid of her, but... she's really cool and niceand pretty.
While his crush on her is pretty much gone now, he still would like to see her again.]
I don't think we can really count on anyone being brought here and it doesn't seem to matter what we did back home. [He raises one shoulder in a half shrug.] I mean, I'm the only one from my world still and there's a known mutant terrorist back home. Quentin doesn't count because he's from an alternative reality or whatever. I don't really care.
[Except he sort of cares because apparently his other self is sort of scary and a wreck?? But no point talking about that. Also, he's still upset at his roommate.]
Sort of? I think it's hard for her to control sometimes... but she's doing her best. I think she just needs to get out of that school more often and have fun just being a normal teen.
[Even if none of them are really 'normal,' but it's fine. Jean really seemed to enjoy hanging out at the mall with him and the others, despite her initial protests.
As Scott recalls her smile, the way she sassed back at him, that pit of not quite longing, but genuine just missing his friend, deepens. She was the first friend he made at Xavier's and he's pretty sure that he was her first friend in return, despite being there for much longer. All the other mutants were afraid of her, but... she's really cool and nice
While his crush on her is pretty much gone now, he still would like to see her again.]
I don't think we can really count on anyone being brought here and it doesn't seem to matter what we did back home. [He raises one shoulder in a half shrug.] I mean, I'm the only one from my world still and there's a known mutant terrorist back home. Quentin doesn't count because he's from an alternative reality or whatever. I don't really care.
[Except he sort of cares because apparently his other self is sort of scary and a wreck?? But no point talking about that. Also, he's still upset at his roommate.]
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