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17 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
17 / Male / Bi / Four
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sure, just be prepared to lose. :p
but i'll show you around the different games.
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It's all new technology to me.
I haven't played many of the games, but I've found myself fond of the crane machines.
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but we can start there. plan on winning me something? you know, so you can win at something.
[Why is he a brat?????]
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It sounds like my hard earned prize wouldn't be appreciated.
[It's easy to banter through text, but also, please come.]
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[And true to his word, Scott will get to the arcade in about ten minutes or so. He's still dressed in his usual casual clothes, jeans, shirt, and jacket, but he seems to be in a pretty good mood as he makes his way over to Wriothesley.]
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When Wriothesley smiles at Scott though, there's something off about it. Like it wasn't as bright as it usually was.] What took you so long, slowpoke?
[Getting closer to Wriothesley, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke was more obvious. It wasn't that he didn't smoke every so often, but the scent lingered more heavily.]
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It's fully obvious now that there's something off with him.
All of that earlier bratty attitude dissipates, replaced by a concern that the teen doesn't even bother to hide. Wriothesley has been there for him many times now and while he often rolls his eyes because of his antics, there's no ignoring the fact that Scott really cares about him.]
Wriothesley. What's wrong?
[His nose twitches smelling the cigarette smoke off him, but Scott otherwise doesn't comment about it.]
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Hmm? What makes you think something is wrong? Aren't arcades supposed to be fun?
[He rests one hand on his hip with an eyebrow raised.]
I'm here to have a little fun just like anyone else.
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Yeah, he's really not thinking too much about playing a game right now, despite the sounds of the arcade beeping around them.]
You're here to distract yourself from something, aren't you? ...What happened?
[He's always been just a little more preceptive, even back home and despite his attitude. Aware of how the other mutants felt cooped up, how they just wanted to feel normal, and that observational trait has only grown since coming here.]
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Still, he would have liked to fall into a delusion for just a short while before having to go back to his empty suite.
His smile stays, but it no longer tries to be a smile. It's something bittersweet.] I thought those glasses of yours was supposed to make it harder to see. [He's teasing.]
I just don't want to go back to an empty suite right now. [Bastard is still being vague, of course.]
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Kizuna is gone.
He's lucky that he managed to talk to Kizuna and know about their relationship before all this, and Scott doesn't hide how he frowns, something concerned tugging down at him.]
...Kizuna isn't there anymore. The guy you love.
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Kizuna is gone.]
You make it sound like he died. [And maybe it might as well be just that. Honestly, maybe he would have preferred it that way. Death doesn't have finality here, given that some guests were spirits and it sounds like it is far from permanent, but it might have been better if Kizuna had died because Kizuna being a statue brings an assortment of uncertainty. Uncertainty breeds discourse in his already aching heart.
Love is a word he has never fully grasped properly because his life had been devoid of it for so long. He knew the word in definition and theory and had even learned certain layers of it. Heartbreak for someone whom he had wanted to entwine his fate with was...
It's messy in his mind.] So we're not playing at the arcade? [He's deflecting, but it's obvious that it's clumsy now.]
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Stepping forward, he reaches for his hand, before intwining it with his own. Some offer of comfort right now.
He hasn't lost someone like that-- not in the way that Kizuna meant to him.]
Later. [They can play at the arcade. Maybe it would be a nice distraction, but he doesn't want to let Wriothesley go that easily.] ...You're not alone, remember that, okay?
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Then it had all changed. At some point, he had found that leaving became less a priority. Perhaps an eventuality, but he had wanted to at least see his relationship with Kizuna through. Properly.
So now what?
He laughs a little, as unconvincing of a sound that it is.] I never said anything like that. There are people here. [But he doesn't say out loud the amount of people who have gone too. He's already burdening Scott for being in such a sorry state.] I invited you out, didn't I?
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[It is a little funny to have such a serious conversation like this in front of the arcade, where they both can hear the sounds of the games. Fighting games, shooting games-- sometimes a pop song playing loudly from a nearby rhythm game, but Scott tunes all of that out. He's still worried and focused on the older man next to him.
Wriothesley is probably used to a lot of horrible crap and loss, but it all still sucks anyway, right?]
I'm glad you didn't just seclude yourself in your room, but you tried to act like everything was okay.