[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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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.