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Scott 'has zero self-respect' Summers ([personal profile] laserguy) wrote2024-10-29 08:38 pm
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OPEN SEASON
@cyclops
18 / 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

...

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
art credit: one. two. three. four. five.
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
57%
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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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[personal profile] gurge 2025-10-27 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ arrogant — and yet even a playful compliment goes far now, between just the two of them. Getou lifts his chin this way and that, giving a wink, a cheesy grin, a lid o his eyes, all angles a portrait might take... with his reflection in Scott's glasses the camera. he's joking! mostly. his expressions devolve into laughter, flushed and buzzed warm, that giddy kind of way indulging in innocence and the wholesome makes you feel like a kid again. ]

[ it's a good change, between all the debauchery of Golden Peacock. that he can handle while hardly fazed; it's the sweet and earnest he struggles to hold his composure around. ]


Yeah? [ he can't help but agree — and yet, there's something about the tension of not giving into it right away. the gap between the first inkling to kiss and the press of lips together is sorely undervalued. a broad, rough thumb kneads the nape of Scott's neck right at his hairline... staring, this time, through the red glass of the visor. he wonders what color his eyes really are. ]

"Properly", [ he echoes it, voice low. smooth as a cat's purr. ] What does that mean? People aren't usually brave enough to ask me on dates.

[ let alone take him on one, or have the gall to ask him for what they want. i can be hhard not to feel like a foxtoy under those smart features. ]