[It's a great day in the Summers House. He's mostly moved in and had a pretty good first night. Sure, the house is somewhat empty still, but it's his place and everything! No stupid inn dude giving him the stink eye and he gets to make his own rules, like... waking up whatever he wanted. Not that a rule like that existed at the inn either, but whatever. Shut up, not the point.
So, he steps out into the living room with a slight yawn, ready to make some cereal and-- stops immediately at the doorway, his jaw dropping slightly.]
What the fuck.
[He's not dreaming, right?? Scott finds himself blinking behind his shades, before closing his eyes and taking off said sunglasses to wipe his eyes, and putting them back on. Nope, Quentin fucking Quire is still sitting there like this is a totally natural thing to do.
Honestly, Scott thinks he's handling all this pretty well, considering the circumstance. Like he hasn't shouted at the other teen yet.]
Dude, the party's not until tomorrow.
[That's what's going on, right?? RIGHT?? Scott's little brain is trying to process the scene in front of him.]
[Jeez, it's almost like Summers didn't want some guy who's basically a stranger moving into his house uninvited. Almost. But that would be ridiculous. They're mutants! In a place like this, they're the closest each other has to family. Surely whatever version of that old bald geezer Charles Xavier is in Scott's universe taught him that much.]
Huh? Party?
[Did he say something about a party? Quentin can't remember. Honestly, Scott's announcement was really boring. Quentin barely got past even hearing about the house. More importantly—]
Wait, hold on, were you going to have a party and not invite me? [Quentin gestures at himself dramatically, looking highly offended.] That's cold, Summers.
[He's having a stroke. At least, it's a similar feeling he gets when he talks to Dazai half the time.
Scott opens his mouth again, but no words come out, so he closes his mouth... before trying again. What's happening?? Logically, he knows that Quentin is sitting in front of him and acting this like a totally normal thing, but it's not!! He's not the weird one for thinking that! His brain is still trying to catch up to everything that's happening, but finally, the younger mutant responds.]
I did invite you!
[HE HAS TO GET THAT OUT OF THE WAY because Scott Summers did not exclusively leave out anyone. He, in fact, invited everyone! It's not his fault this asshole didn't read his message--
Wait a minute.
........
If Quentin didn't know that a party is coming up, then... why... is he in Scott's house?]
This is my house! And I didn't invite you to live here!
[His voice rises slightly in pitch, which makes Scott come off as just a bit whiny, but he doesn't notice or doesn't care. After all, this asshole just invited himself over to his home like this is something people do.
And Quentin is the disaster between the two of them!!]
Also, don't you...
[Well, guess Quentin doesn't exactly hate him, he made that clear the last time they spoke, but that doesn't mean they're friends or anything like that. Scott frowns slightly and he does his best not to sound uncertain or something lame like that, but he's definitely lost some of that earlier whininess.]
I mean, we aren't exactly friends. [You don't really like me--] And you're kind of annoying.
[Scott slowly starts to look more and more unimpressed as Quentin talks, but then, he has to go and say that and the younger mutant's expression just freezes and goddammit. He remembers months ago, how he longed to have another mutant in this world and this place decided to plop down this asshole and he's probably the most annoying person on the entire planet, but he's... still like him. He still counts.
He bites his lip and for a moment, it looks like Scott is processing all five stages of grief at once, before he finally responds.]
No it's not that-- [Mutants in his world support each other... probably at least?? It's not like he's been a big a part of that whole community for long, but he's not going to mention that he just got his powers for like three days before landing in this world because no. Why give Quentin more ammunition?]
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So, he steps out into the living room with a slight yawn, ready to make some cereal and-- stops immediately at the doorway, his jaw dropping slightly.]
What the fuck.
[He's not dreaming, right?? Scott finds himself blinking behind his shades, before closing his eyes and taking off said sunglasses to wipe his eyes, and putting them back on. Nope, Quentin fucking Quire is still sitting there like this is a totally natural thing to do.
Honestly, Scott thinks he's handling all this pretty well, considering the circumstance. Like he hasn't shouted at the other teen yet.]
Dude, the party's not until tomorrow.
[That's what's going on, right?? RIGHT?? Scott's little brain is trying to process the scene in front of him.]
>:)
Huh? Party?
[Did he say something about a party? Quentin can't remember. Honestly, Scott's announcement was really boring. Quentin barely got past even hearing about the house. More importantly—]
Wait, hold on, were you going to have a party and not invite me? [Quentin gestures at himself dramatically, looking highly offended.] That's cold, Summers.
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Scott opens his mouth again, but no words come out, so he closes his mouth... before trying again. What's happening?? Logically, he knows that Quentin is sitting in front of him and acting this like a totally normal thing, but it's not!! He's not the weird one for thinking that! His brain is still trying to catch up to everything that's happening, but finally, the younger mutant responds.]
I did invite you!
[HE HAS TO GET THAT OUT OF THE WAY because Scott Summers did not exclusively leave out anyone. He, in fact, invited everyone! It's not his fault this asshole didn't read his message--
Wait a minute.
........
If Quentin didn't know that a party is coming up, then... why... is he in Scott's house?]
Wait, why are you here then?
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[Because obviously it's Scott's fault for being confused. Obviously!]
And it's a damn good thing, too. Here you are, having wild parties and not making sure your ole pal Quentin Quire had an invitation!
[He sighs dramatically and shakes his head. What a tragedy!]
Jeez, you're a disaster without me.
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[His voice rises slightly in pitch, which makes Scott come off as just a bit whiny, but he doesn't notice or doesn't care. After all, this asshole just invited himself over to his home like this is something people do.
And Quentin is the disaster between the two of them!!]
Also, don't you...
[Well, guess Quentin doesn't exactly hate him, he made that clear the last time they spoke, but that doesn't mean they're friends or anything like that. Scott frowns slightly and he does his best not to sound uncertain or something lame like that, but he's definitely lost some of that earlier whininess.]
I mean, we aren't exactly friends. [You don't really like me--] And you're kind of annoying.
[So. Why.]
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[That could sound very sentimental and all, but Quentin says it like he's doing a dramatic reading at the high school play.]
But I guess maybe mutants in your timeline don't support each other like they do in mine. My bad.
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He bites his lip and for a moment, it looks like Scott is processing all five stages of grief at once, before he finally responds.]
No it's not that-- [Mutants in his world support each other... probably at least?? It's not like he's been a big a part of that whole community for long, but he's not going to mention that he just got his powers for like three days before landing in this world because no. Why give Quentin more ammunition?]
Ugh, fine, you can stay.