['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.)
[Huh... a detective agency that deals specifically with people that have abilities and stuff. Scott doesn't think anything like that exists in his world, but he can possibly see the need for one, especially if there are some mutants out there that want to use their powers for shitty reasons. Or maybe just start an agency to help locate lost mutants and stuff.
Maybe it's something to look into. He can at least propose that idea to Professor Xavier, right? That's part of being 'a productive member of society.']
Don't know how the police trust you with anything.
[Scott snorts, but he seems oddly hopeful about all this. Even if he can't personally join Dazai's agency, he's gotten an idea or two at least from his dumb ramblings.] If I see your agency back home, I guess I'll take a look. Figure out how your business is still operating.
(he laughs, although, point taken. he's horrible at work, anyway. all he does is what he wants, plans not disclosed unless needed, cards played under tables and then, boom!-- that is, when he's not whining, bitching, sleeping, slacking, being dazai, etc, it all works out.)
Oh, pretty simple. Two strategists, one doctor -- don't ever get too hurt, you wouldn't like her, a man who's crazy about his schedule, and our wonderful attack teams, all under our President's orders. I'd hope you could join, his ability makes it so you can control yours at different levels if you're his subordinate.
[The more he hears about this detective agency, the more questions he honestly has. Kind of weird that they have their own personal doctor and whatever, but guess that's how his business works. Dazai sort of has that 'do whatever' energy too.]
Huh... so he can control the strength of my optic blasts? [That's an interesting thought. Make it so that when he shoots his beams, they aren't always completely destructive and everything. Yeah, that'd really be useful. Scott lets out a thoughtful noise, his legs swinging from his seat.]
I mean, I don't wanna be anyone's subordinate, but it's interesting. [He nudges Dazai slightly with a slight look of exasperation.] You don't have to convince me to take a look, okay? I said I'll visit if it's there.
He can't control anything. He makes you able to control it! You could say goodbye to your glasses! Unfortunately, doesn't work on me, as we know, 'No Longer Human' doesn't like company at all!
(it'd be... interesting. he's always touching others, but he knows it's often unwanted - not only because dazai's a piece of shit, but because to people like them, being ability-less means to be vulnerable, fragile, defenseless. uncomfortable, to say the least. to turn it on and off would be a dream, too, the pain he has to go through simply because he can't be healed is off the charts.)
Hooray! ♫ I haven't been in a year! Enjoy my desk full of paperwork!
[Scott reaches over to his eyes for a moment, almost like he's feeling for his glasses, but he stops, because they're off now. They've been off this entire time he's been talking to Dazai and it's not like he's forgotten, but it's getting more and more familiar just always having them on. It'd be so useful having the ability to control his optic blasts, turning them on and off whenever he wants to and not needing to rely on an object to keep them maintained.
He still doesn't think he'd be able to go to Dazai's workplace back home, but it's nice to have some hope. Probably means that there's something possible back in his world, with mutants having all sorts of unusual powers too.]
A whole year? Are you sure that you're not just fired now?
(if he manages some luck, he'll survive. it's tough to be against fyodor, it's like playing chess with himself and having no mercy on his adversary. it's not so fun to be so smart, but alas, that's not the point. fyodor might manage to kill him, with his legs broken, ribs shattered, it might be his end as soon as he returns.
lucky him? who knows.)
They can't fire me! I'm the only one with this sort of ability.
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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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Maybe it's something to look into. He can at least propose that idea to Professor Xavier, right? That's part of being 'a productive member of society.']
Don't know how the police trust you with anything.
[Scott snorts, but he seems oddly hopeful about all this. Even if he can't personally join Dazai's agency, he's gotten an idea or two at least from his dumb ramblings.] If I see your agency back home, I guess I'll take a look. Figure out how your business is still operating.
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(he laughs, although, point taken. he's horrible at work, anyway. all he does is what he wants, plans not disclosed unless needed, cards played under tables and then, boom!-- that is, when he's not whining, bitching, sleeping, slacking, being dazai, etc, it all works out.)
Oh, pretty simple. Two strategists, one doctor -- don't ever get too hurt, you wouldn't like her, a man who's crazy about his schedule, and our wonderful attack teams, all under our President's orders. I'd hope you could join, his ability makes it so you can control yours at different levels if you're his subordinate.
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Huh... so he can control the strength of my optic blasts? [That's an interesting thought. Make it so that when he shoots his beams, they aren't always completely destructive and everything. Yeah, that'd really be useful. Scott lets out a thoughtful noise, his legs swinging from his seat.]
I mean, I don't wanna be anyone's subordinate, but it's interesting. [He nudges Dazai slightly with a slight look of exasperation.] You don't have to convince me to take a look, okay? I said I'll visit if it's there.
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(it'd be... interesting. he's always touching others, but he knows it's often unwanted - not only because dazai's a piece of shit, but because to people like them, being ability-less means to be vulnerable, fragile, defenseless. uncomfortable, to say the least. to turn it on and off would be a dream, too, the pain he has to go through simply because he can't be healed is off the charts.)
Hooray! ♫ I haven't been in a year! Enjoy my desk full of paperwork!
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He still doesn't think he'd be able to go to Dazai's workplace back home, but it's nice to have some hope. Probably means that there's something possible back in his world, with mutants having all sorts of unusual powers too.]
A whole year? Are you sure that you're not just fired now?
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(if he manages some luck, he'll survive. it's tough to be against fyodor, it's like playing chess with himself and having no mercy on his adversary. it's not so fun to be so smart, but alas, that's not the point. fyodor might manage to kill him, with his legs broken, ribs shattered, it might be his end as soon as he returns.
lucky him? who knows.)
They can't fire me! I'm the only one with this sort of ability.