Honestly, Scott's about ready to end the feed or give some stupid excuse, but he's suddenly struck by an idea, something that he can actually give Dazai. Not that the asshole should get shit because he whined hard enough, but... he's helped him out. A lot. The teenager hasn't forgotten those times.
Also he sort of... means uh, something to scott. BLARGH.]
Wait another day, alright? I'll have something then.
[A part of him wants to ask, but no. He feels like he'll regret it.
And okay, he actually got this asshole something, just like he said he would. Dazai is definitely expecting it by now. So, why is it so hard to say he got a stupid present for him??]
I got you your dumb gift.
[Why can't text accurately display his sullenness!!]
[True to his word, Scott walks into Dazai's bar about ten minutes after their conversation. It seems that he's holding a folded piece of clothing close to his chest as he looks around for the mafioso, almost looking a little nervous.]
(the coat is not on him today. his bolo tie is a little off, which he fixes as he notices the piece of clothing that the boy is holding against him. scum can sense fear a gazillion miles away, scott, but it's alright. he'll just tap the spot next to him.)
[Scott snaps back, but he grips the article of clothing closer to his chest and tries not to look like a complete loser. Why does he even care if Dazai likes this or not? ...Okay, he knows why, but doesn't mean he has to like admitting it and everything. The thought of just dumping the gift on Dazai's table and bolting from the bar passes through his mind and honestly, it's still tempting even as he nears closer to the mafioso.]
Look.
[He had a whole speech planned out, but none of his words come out, so instead, he shoves the black sweater to Dazai, his head tilted to the side so that he's not looking at him.]
If you don't like it, you can just return it or whatever. I don't care. [He's gotten presents before, for other kids, but this is different somehow.]
(at this point, dazai is more than used to how scott reacts to most things regarding emotions. he's quite different from the other kids - they tend to react inwardly, but to scott, it simply comes out in angst and biteless anger. it's cute. a look dazai doesn't quite see here too often from the others.
his eyes goggled a little at the delivery, but it feels so nice against his skin that he giggles, snuggling against the fabric.)
Oh, it feels really nice! I'm not returning a thing! It's toooo~tally mine! Should I put it on?!
[As he watches Dazai rub his face against the sweater, Scott feels himself relax, although god, does he have to be this embarrassing about it?! The teen wills himself not to flush, mostly from second-hand embarrassment, and looks at Dazai with a slightly more confident look.]
...I mean, obviously. If it doesn't fit, it would suck as a sweater.
(in the past, he'd often not offer these sorts of words to his mentees. it'd bring out softness, he mused as he put the sweater on - a little baggy, and he flaps his arms in giggles because it feels comfortable beyond belief.
as he becomes older, he realizes - softness isn't a weakness, after all.)
['You did good,' like that means anything to him!! ...It does, a lot, and Scott can't stop himself from smiling, the sullenness from before all but disappearing. The present he picked wasn't stupid and Dazai honestly likes it. Yeah, it's kind of baggy, but it sort of suits him.
Main thing is that he likes it.]
Oh, uh, we already had the meeting and things turned out okay.
[Doesn't mean he won't recruit Dazai in the future if something does go wrong.]
(often, dazai's smile are phony, a mask upon a mask upon a mask, but this time, it's awfully genuine. his bandaged hands come to his chin, his eyes closing as he taps the spot next to him with his foot.)
[Scott finally slides into the spot next to Dazai, because he doesn't have a reason to bail and escape from disappointment now.]
It was pretty cool, Dazai.
[Even though his eyes can't be seen, Scott still seems to visibly brighten, his voice even taking on a slightly more excited tone as he recounts the club meeting on the rooftop.]
I mean, sure, there weren't a whole bunch of us, but still a decent number. And the other teens were pretty chill too. I got to see a couple new abilities and I showed mine off too.
(dazai's hand, as always the only thing visible from his arm, extends to allow scott to take it and find solace in his ability. for once, remove the glasses, to find some peace in the embrace of numbness.)
[Dazai's hold is always welcome, but Scott will never fully get used to his powers suddenly going away, the pressure behind his eyes just gone and leaving him as a completely normal teen once more. It's weird that he's lived most of his life as 'normal,' but sometimes it's hard to remember that when all he can see is red now.
Like a constant reminder that he's no longer just a human.
But with the mafioso's hand in his, Scott slides his glasses off, allowing Dazai to see just how excited the young teen is. His blue eyes almost seem to sparkle as he continues to talk about the club meetup.]
Yeah! There were teens that can use magic, one with an alien, and of course Kotone was there-- [Don't mind Scott if he seems to visibly brighten when talking about her. Now more obvious without his shades blocking his eyes.] Deku's probably the closest thing to me being a mutant? It's not the same thing, since he calls it a 'Quirk,' but it's still nice. He even wrote like an entire notebook and gave theories on how my powers work, he's really fucking smart.
(what a damn cute kid. it always makes him so happy to see them this excited, it's like oda said - life would be a little bit more wonderful. it doesn't cure him, far from it, but it's enough fuel for him to keep fighting another day. even his often dead eyes have a sparkle of light before they close with his smile.)
You know, Scott? I work with some teenagers. If they come, I'll have them go to you, so you can help them become a little more at home. 'Quirks', huh-- wait, mutant? So this is your DNA? Ours are connected to our souls, they often tell what our soul is, in their own way? Maybe yours might tell you something, too!
[That's definitely a weird smile on Dazai-- but Scott doesn't think too hard about it, because he's a little distracted himself.]
Huh? [Oh okay, Dazai wants to help make the club bigger. That's cool of him and Scott's Ready for more people.] I mean, sure, they're welcome to join TWAT-- Teenagers With Abilities and Talents Club. Even if they're as annoying as you are, I can make a few exceptions.
[But huh... powers connected to souls. He's not quite sure what it means for Dazai or himself. A thoughtful look crosses Scott's face, but that energy from before doesn't exactly go away.]
Oh, did I forget to tell you? Yeah, I'm known as a mutant back home, we have something known as the X-Gene and... blah blah blah. [Very knowledgeable, this one.] If I have uncontrollable destruction beams, does that I mean I'm meant to be a destroyer? Or a villain?
[He's too much in a good mood to take his own words seriously at least.]
One is incredibly optimistic, like you plucked a little drop of sunshine from the sky! The other can turn into a giant tiger, and he's a good kid too. I am the most annoying!
(he laughs, waving his hand to focus on scott's words. there's so much about dazai he doesn't know, after all, might as well continue that way.)
You can become a great construction worker! Have you thought of that?! People would pay millions!
[A giant... tiger. That's pretty awesome, actually. He'd totally be down meeting a kid that can transform into a fucking tiger, especially since he hasn't seen one in person before. And zoos don't count.
Scott actually laughs at the construction worker comment, his cheeks flushing as he protests lightly in fun.]
Are you sure you don't mean destruction worker? But I could totally start a new business. The Summers Demolition Company. Want something destroyed within a few seconds? Just give us a call! No need for unwieldy machines or dynamite.
A detective agency? I'm not sure how useful I'd be at detective work, but sounds pretty neat.
[Honestly working for a detective sounds pretty neat. Not a job he originally considered, but he wouldn't complain too much about trying something like that. Of course, it's unlikely that he'll ever see Dazai or this agency back home, but he can pretend for a while.]
Very much so! We deal with cases that are too complicated for the police, usually supernatural, definitely due to other ability-users. We have police clearance and everything!
(an extra pair of hands would be wonderful in that case.)
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where's my treat for being amazing at nullifying abilities so no one dies!!!!!
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Honestly, Scott's about ready to end the feed or give some stupid excuse, but he's suddenly struck by an idea, something that he can actually give Dazai. Not that the asshole should get shit because he whined hard enough, but... he's helped him out. A lot. The teenager hasn't forgotten those times.
Also he sort of... means uh, something to scott. BLARGH.]
Wait another day, alright? I'll have something then.
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[Scott ends the feed.
But the next day, maybe 21 hours later...]
Hey. Are you busy?
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what's the plan?
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And okay, he actually got this asshole something, just like he said he would. Dazai is definitely expecting it by now. So, why is it so hard to say he got a stupid present for him??]
I got you your dumb gift.
[Why can't text accurately display his sullenness!!]
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shall we meet at my bar?
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[True to his word, Scott walks into Dazai's bar about ten minutes after their conversation. It seems that he's holding a folded piece of clothing close to his chest as he looks around for the mafioso, almost looking a little nervous.]
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Hey! You did come!
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[Scott snaps back, but he grips the article of clothing closer to his chest and tries not to look like a complete loser. Why does he even care if Dazai likes this or not? ...Okay, he knows why, but doesn't mean he has to like admitting it and everything. The thought of just dumping the gift on Dazai's table and bolting from the bar passes through his mind and honestly, it's still tempting even as he nears closer to the mafioso.]
Look.
[He had a whole speech planned out, but none of his words come out, so instead, he shoves the black sweater to Dazai, his head tilted to the side so that he's not looking at him.]
If you don't like it, you can just return it or whatever. I don't care. [He's gotten presents before, for other kids, but this is different somehow.]
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his eyes goggled a little at the delivery, but it feels so nice against his skin that he giggles, snuggling against the fabric.)
Oh, it feels really nice! I'm not returning a thing! It's toooo~tally mine! Should I put it on?!
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...I mean, obviously. If it doesn't fit, it would suck as a sweater.
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(in the past, he'd often not offer these sorts of words to his mentees. it'd bring out softness, he mused as he put the sweater on - a little baggy, and he flaps his arms in giggles because it feels comfortable beyond belief.
as he becomes older, he realizes - softness isn't a weakness, after all.)
When do you need me!
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Main thing is that he likes it.]
Oh, uh, we already had the meeting and things turned out okay.
[Doesn't mean he won't recruit Dazai in the future if something does go wrong.]
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Tell me about it! How did it go?
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It was pretty cool, Dazai.
[Even though his eyes can't be seen, Scott still seems to visibly brighten, his voice even taking on a slightly more excited tone as he recounts the club meeting on the rooftop.]
I mean, sure, there weren't a whole bunch of us, but still a decent number. And the other teens were pretty chill too. I got to see a couple new abilities and I showed mine off too.
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Who did you meet? Good kids?
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Like a constant reminder that he's no longer just a human.
But with the mafioso's hand in his, Scott slides his glasses off, allowing Dazai to see just how excited the young teen is. His blue eyes almost seem to sparkle as he continues to talk about the club meetup.]
Yeah! There were teens that can use magic, one with an alien, and of course Kotone was there-- [Don't mind Scott if he seems to visibly brighten when talking about her. Now more obvious without his shades blocking his eyes.] Deku's probably the closest thing to me being a mutant? It's not the same thing, since he calls it a 'Quirk,' but it's still nice. He even wrote like an entire notebook and gave theories on how my powers work, he's really fucking smart.
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You know, Scott? I work with some teenagers. If they come, I'll have them go to you, so you can help them become a little more at home. 'Quirks', huh-- wait, mutant? So this is your DNA? Ours are connected to our souls, they often tell what our soul is, in their own way? Maybe yours might tell you something, too!
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Huh? [Oh okay, Dazai wants to help make the club bigger. That's cool of him and Scott's Ready for more people.] I mean, sure, they're welcome to join TWAT-- Teenagers With Abilities and Talents Club. Even if they're as annoying as you are, I can make a few exceptions.
[But huh... powers connected to souls. He's not quite sure what it means for Dazai or himself. A thoughtful look crosses Scott's face, but that energy from before doesn't exactly go away.]
Oh, did I forget to tell you? Yeah, I'm known as a mutant back home, we have something known as the X-Gene and... blah blah blah. [Very knowledgeable, this one.] If I have uncontrollable destruction beams, does that I mean I'm meant to be a destroyer? Or a villain?
[He's too much in a good mood to take his own words seriously at least.]
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(he laughs, waving his hand to focus on scott's words. there's so much about dazai he doesn't know, after all, might as well continue that way.)
You can become a great construction worker! Have you thought of that?! People would pay millions!
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Scott actually laughs at the construction worker comment, his cheeks flushing as he protests lightly in fun.]
Are you sure you don't mean destruction worker? But I could totally start a new business. The Summers Demolition Company. Want something destroyed within a few seconds? Just give us a call! No need for unwieldy machines or dynamite.
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Ooooor, you could work with me at the Armed Detective Agency. Our youngest is 14, so there's little worries about your age there!
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[Honestly working for a detective sounds pretty neat. Not a job he originally considered, but he wouldn't complain too much about trying something like that. Of course, it's unlikely that he'll ever see Dazai or this agency back home, but he can pretend for a while.]
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(an extra pair of hands would be wonderful in that case.)
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