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17 / Male / Bi / Four Three of Clubs

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My Self-Summary

I'm Scott Summers and yeah I always need to wear these sunglasses, thanks for asking.

My Future Plans

Going back home.

My Talents

A lot of things.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Stuff that doesn't suck.

My Ideal Partner

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Height 5'8" Body Type Lean, athletic build Smokes No Drinks No (mostly because underage) Drugs No Sign Libra Education Xavier's Institute Occupation Student Income None Children No Pets No Hobbies Normal things

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01. WINE OR BEER

idk probably beer

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Clowns I guess

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Ninjas

.05 TITS OR ASS

Yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Depends

Personality Type
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

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MIND

92%

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NATURE

60%

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TACTICS

82%

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IDENTITY

67%

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Comments

[armwriostle]

[Ah, ah. Scott really isn't going to budge is he? It isn't like Wriothesley wasn't aware. He knew that his friends weren't going to so easily be fooled and he knew that his mask was far from perfect. After all, he never been in this situation before. He didn't know how to navigate it.

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.]

[laserguy]

[Some staring. And silence from the teenager, Scott for once not rising to the bait as he observes the older man while putting pieces together. Something clearly happened and he's not sick like last time, so it's something else-- an emotional wound? Luckily for him, he really doesn't have to wait long, as that admittance leaves Wriothesley and in those few words, he understands it all.

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.

[armwriostle]

[Hearing it from someone else stings the hardest, he has decided. It forces a reality down onto even the most delusional dream; forcing him to acknowledge an ugly truth he had been staring passed because he simply didn't want to process the pain it would bring. It bring finality. It rings in reality.

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.]

[laserguy]

[Scott watches Wriothesley for a moment, quiet once more. It's clear that the older man is trying to keep himself together and he's honestly doing a really good job about it, but he can see the hurt and grief that's covering him like a cloak. Not overly explicit, but it's there, and what does one say about something like this? He's sorry? ...He guesses, but it doesn't feel enough. Maybe nothing can be. He just has to help the other in any way he can think of.

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?