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
[He's so sweaty and probably kind of gross, but also, he's nicely fucked out-- the mutant only making a small groan as Shinjiro slips out from inside him. It leaves him feeling almost empty, but he's more than fine just resting here. A notion that's supported by the fact that Scott hardly moves or reacts, just breathing in and out on the mat as his semen dries on his stomach. Yeah, he's exhausted and all that shit, but it's a nice kind of exhaustion as it settles against his skin, with an almost stupid smile being sent towards Shinjiro's way because he sort of forgot about being the whole leader thing.
Also he can't help but get a little attached to people whenever he has sex with them. Casual sex is really a hard thing for him to follow, and it should be silly or stupid, but he can't help it. At least they've already established a pretty good connection before all this. It just means he might get a little more attached--]
Nah, just let me rest here for a second man. [A small tired laugh breathes out from his mouth, Scott still clearly trying to get his bearings straight again. He brings one hand to run through his sweaty hair, as some semblance of his regular control returns.] Are you good though?
[He then waves a hand in Shinjiro's general direction.] Your dick all set?
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Also he can't help but get a little attached to people whenever he has sex with them. Casual sex is really a hard thing for him to follow, and it should be silly or stupid, but he can't help it. At least they've already established a pretty good connection before all this. It just means he might get a little more attached--]
Nah, just let me rest here for a second man. [A small tired laugh breathes out from his mouth, Scott still clearly trying to get his bearings straight again. He brings one hand to run through his sweaty hair, as some semblance of his regular control returns.] Are you good though?
[He then waves a hand in Shinjiro's general direction.] Your dick all set?