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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[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.