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
oh. damn. congratulations. see you in a bit, then.
[He's definitely feeling sheepish when he comes to visit about fifteen minutes later. He actually knocks for once, and leans heavily on the doorframe when Scott answers. He smells drunk, but when doesn't he? It's just... more, than usual.]
Hey. You're not still pissed at me, are you?
[There's an apology, hidden somewhere in his tone of voice. But it hasn't quite made it to the surface yet.]
[He makes sure that he's presentable first-- mostly that he looks nonchalant and just fine before walking over to the door and opening it for Dodger. Honestly, he's kind of surprised that the other mutant had bothered to knock at all, a small detail that does float around in his mind, before he steps aside and nods for him to enter.
Although... he can definitely smell the alcohol coming off from him. It's enough to get him to frown.]
I'm not still pissed at you from before, but I'll be pissed now if you've been drinking yourself to death. Let me get you some water.
[He starts walking over to his expansive kitchen to get Dodger said glass. If the older mutant looks around, he'll notice that Scott's suite isn't really overly decorated yet, just some random decorations of motorcycles and maybe some sci-fi that he's seen in movies. There's definitely an overall 80s vibe to the whole place though.]
[Dodger does glance around while he's following Scott to the kitchen. It makes sense that it wouldn't be very well-decorated yet... it's a ton of space to give to a kid, Dodger isn't sure he'd even know what to do with this much room. But he's a little self-conscious of all the details he's taking note of, and he ends up pointedly forcing his attention back to Scott.]
I'm fine. Mutant metabolism and all.
[Which... is still an admission that he has been drinking himself to death.
He ends up hopping up to sit on the counter next to the sink, and pulling out his cigarettes before pausing with one already taken out of the pack.]
Not all mutants have immunity to alcoholism, but whatever.
[This is Dodger that they're talking about though... the mutant that can't really taste things and have done a shit load of drugs. Still doing them?? He wonders if getting him off them would actually help his mood or just make it worse, but he just shelves that conversation for the time being and instead walks over to Dodger and places the glass right next to him.
Then settles to stare at him with a hard to read expression, his own back leaning against the opposite counter.]
I'd prefer if you didn't, but if you need to, one's fine. [...] Get yourself ready before telling me what's bothering you.
[He guesses not all of them do, but... it's pretty common, isn't it? Not something he'd questioned all that much until now, but he doesn't examine it for very long.
Dodger waits until he's chugged his glass of water, at least, before lighting up his cigarette. It takes a few snaps before his fingers catch fire, just because he's feeling anxious.]
...I'd rather not talk about it, if that's alright. I just wanted to...
[He wavers, trying and then completely failing to maintain eye contact. He'd wanted to sleep with Scott, which feels... stupid, now that he has to actually say it out loud. So he just pauses awkwardly, rolling the cigarette back and forth between his fingers.]
[Something almost seems to finally soften in the younger mutant, both his posture and expression easing into a sort of concern that's free from prior irritation. Dodger is being, well, dodgy and he can't stop himself from taking a step forward, getting closer to him as his eyes drop to the ground. He's back to feeling anxious and shit, huh? And even if a part of him is still fundamentally mad at Dodger in some way, there's also that integral part of him that's just as worried and so he lifts both hands to place on his shoulders.]
...Hey, what's going on? [...] What do you need?
[He really wants to know what's bothering Dodger, but demanding an answer from him right now doesn't seem like the right move.]
[Dodger tenses slightly, the way he always does when someone approaches him. He's slowly getting used to people caring about him, but it still feels... unnatural, in some way. He has to consciously remind himself that he's getting compassion, not pity.
The hands on his shoulder get him to relax slightly, at least pause to take a deep breath.]
Nothing's- I'm fine. [He shakes his head.] I mean it's- the same shit that's been happening. Trying to keep my head down, trying to stay away from Bloemrose, trying to... avoid, doing anything that reads like I'm backsliding again.
[And now he has secrets to keep from Henry, after sleeping with Bigby again. And people are out there that know about his conspiracy wall. And Scott is still pissed at him for... all of the things.]
...And I wanted to make sure you were... alright. That we're cool.
[He keeps his hands on him, not quite massaging, but supporting still. A presence even if his thinner hands are so much smaller compared to Dodger's broad shoulders.]
You haven't backslid.
[Because surely he would've heard about it otherwise, right? Okay, well, Esikko did reach out to inform him that Dodger threatened his ass once more, but there was nothing more than that. Which. Okay. Isn't fantastic but he knows that he's working with a different set of standards right now-- something that he hopes to increase in time, but he is focusing on the fact that Dodger didn't try to hurt him. He kept his promise there.
So, he breathes out. And he isn't pissed, not anymore-- not like before. Guess it's better that Dodger is here and kind of drunk instead of drunk elsewhere? Maybe it means more to him right now too now that they're the only mutants left in this casino once more. It feels a little bit like a mutant is relying on him and that's nice. Something selfish in him curls around it.]
...I'm proud that you've stopped yourself this entire time. That's still progress.
[One hand slides down to grip Dodger's hand, the one that isn't holding a cigarette.] Come on, I'm going to get you another glass of water and we can chill in the sunroom. Sound good? I can also grab a few snacks too, even if you can't taste it.
[Well... Dodger feels like he has, or like he's dangerously close to it. But if Scott's saying he hasn't, then maybe Esikko hasn't told him about Dodger threatening him over the wall, or about his behavior during the truth or dare game. Which... Dodger doesn't really think he did anything wrong there, but that doesn't mean Esikko didn't find something to complain about.
Either way, he isn't about to argue. He's getting what he wants, a congratulations for holding back. And for not being as awful as he could be. He hesitates a little, looking down at Scott's hand holding his, and nods.]
Sure.
[He gets to his feet, and takes another long drag from his cigarette before ashing it into the sink. And then one more, before he drops it down the drain. That should let him hold out for a few minutes, at least, even if it would be a lot more comfortable to chainsmoke.]
Hope you're not expecting me to get sober, too. It's really... not my vibe.
I feel like we're working on one thing at a time with you.
[He reaches over to pour another glass of water for Dodger and basically shoves it in his free hand, before he reaches over and decides to just grab a whole loaf of bread before nodding at him to follow him. Well, it's not exactly a choice, because at the same time his hand curls tighter in the older man's, almost like he's about to tug him along if he has to. This is definitely not what he had in mind today but sometimes these things happen. Sometimes a semi-drunk mutant shows up on your doorstep and you just want to help out still.]
Just drink more water and get something in your stomach. I will kick your ass if you puke on the floor.
[A half idle threat before he starts pulling Dodger along.]
[There's a playfully dismissive tone in his voice, but he is listening. Enough to take the water, enough to follow Scott along and properly lace their fingers together while they walk.]
I won't puke, promise. Takes more to get me there.
Keep talking and I might just kick your ass anyway.
[Why does he put up with him!! Although strangely enough, he kind of does feel like a mother hen when he's around Dodger and isn't that fucking weird? Just a few months ago back home he was about to get his ass kicked by some stupid school bully and now he's leading around a grown ass man and trying to take care of him. The trajectory of his life is so fucking unpredictable.
Like being offered a blowjob right now?? DODGER.....
And yet he only slightly stumbles in his footing before he almost forcefully tugs him along, bypassing various doors and hallways as he leads him straight to the sunroom.]
The only thing that's going down your throat is bread and water. That's what you get for coming to me while admitting you're drunk. [Small pause.] Were you expecting anything else?
[Probably not the best time to admit that, but... well.]
And- I sort of figured if you weren't pissed at me we could fuck around. Or something.
[The or something is tacked on belatedly, as if it's going to obscure the fact that fucking Scott was absolutely the whole thing he went in here expecting to get.]
[The only reason why he isn't giving Dodger a look right now is because he's too busy guiding him through his suite.]
Henry not around? I thought you'd rather be with him if you wanted to fuck. [Avoid the potential of a lecture and all that, but whatever. He lets out a small sigh, this time stopping briefly to look up at the older mutant. Once again, he's trying to hide most of his emotions-- his sunglasses really carrying most of the weight in that.]
So, you... really didn't come here because you needed my support otherwise?
[Briefly, the thought passes through Dodger's mind that he's got plenty of Henry's card, and now that Scott's apparently ranked up his card is much more useful. But he's got the good sense to keep that to himself, at least.]
I'm dating him, that doesn't mean I'm off the menu.
[Maybe bad wording, given... hmm. Dodger grimaces briefly, although he tries his best to straighten his expression when Scott looks at him.]
I- no, I'm not gonna just hang around when I need something. We're friends, right?
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congratulations. see you in a bit, then.
[He's definitely feeling sheepish when he comes to visit about fifteen minutes later. He actually knocks for once, and leans heavily on the doorframe when Scott answers. He smells drunk, but when doesn't he? It's just... more, than usual.]
Hey. You're not still pissed at me, are you?
[There's an apology, hidden somewhere in his tone of voice. But it hasn't quite made it to the surface yet.]
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Although... he can definitely smell the alcohol coming off from him. It's enough to get him to frown.]
I'm not still pissed at you from before, but I'll be pissed now if you've been drinking yourself to death. Let me get you some water.
[He starts walking over to his expansive kitchen to get Dodger said glass. If the older mutant looks around, he'll notice that Scott's suite isn't really overly decorated yet, just some random decorations of motorcycles and maybe some sci-fi that he's seen in movies. There's definitely an overall 80s vibe to the whole place though.]
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I'm fine. Mutant metabolism and all.
[Which... is still an admission that he has been drinking himself to death.
He ends up hopping up to sit on the counter next to the sink, and pulling out his cigarettes before pausing with one already taken out of the pack.]
Do you care if I smoke in here?
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[This is Dodger that they're talking about though... the mutant that can't really taste things and have done a shit load of drugs. Still doing them?? He wonders if getting him off them would actually help his mood or just make it worse, but he just shelves that conversation for the time being and instead walks over to Dodger and places the glass right next to him.
Then settles to stare at him with a hard to read expression, his own back leaning against the opposite counter.]
I'd prefer if you didn't, but if you need to, one's fine. [...] Get yourself ready before telling me what's bothering you.
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Dodger waits until he's chugged his glass of water, at least, before lighting up his cigarette. It takes a few snaps before his fingers catch fire, just because he's feeling anxious.]
...I'd rather not talk about it, if that's alright. I just wanted to...
[He wavers, trying and then completely failing to maintain eye contact. He'd wanted to sleep with Scott, which feels... stupid, now that he has to actually say it out loud. So he just pauses awkwardly, rolling the cigarette back and forth between his fingers.]
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...Hey, what's going on? [...] What do you need?
[He really wants to know what's bothering Dodger, but demanding an answer from him right now doesn't seem like the right move.]
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The hands on his shoulder get him to relax slightly, at least pause to take a deep breath.]
Nothing's- I'm fine. [He shakes his head.] I mean it's- the same shit that's been happening. Trying to keep my head down, trying to stay away from Bloemrose, trying to... avoid, doing anything that reads like I'm backsliding again.
[And now he has secrets to keep from Henry, after sleeping with Bigby again. And people are out there that know about his conspiracy wall. And Scott is still pissed at him for... all of the things.]
...And I wanted to make sure you were... alright. That we're cool.
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You haven't backslid.
[Because surely he would've heard about it otherwise, right? Okay, well, Esikko did reach out to inform him that Dodger threatened his ass once more, but there was nothing more than that. Which. Okay. Isn't fantastic but he knows that he's working with a different set of standards right now-- something that he hopes to increase in time, but he is focusing on the fact that Dodger didn't try to hurt him. He kept his promise there.
So, he breathes out. And he isn't pissed, not anymore-- not like before. Guess it's better that Dodger is here and kind of drunk instead of drunk elsewhere? Maybe it means more to him right now too now that they're the only mutants left in this casino once more. It feels a little bit like a mutant is relying on him and that's nice. Something selfish in him curls around it.]
...I'm proud that you've stopped yourself this entire time. That's still progress.
[One hand slides down to grip Dodger's hand, the one that isn't holding a cigarette.] Come on, I'm going to get you another glass of water and we can chill in the sunroom. Sound good? I can also grab a few snacks too, even if you can't taste it.
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Either way, he isn't about to argue. He's getting what he wants, a congratulations for holding back. And for not being as awful as he could be. He hesitates a little, looking down at Scott's hand holding his, and nods.]
Sure.
[He gets to his feet, and takes another long drag from his cigarette before ashing it into the sink. And then one more, before he drops it down the drain. That should let him hold out for a few minutes, at least, even if it would be a lot more comfortable to chainsmoke.]
Hope you're not expecting me to get sober, too. It's really... not my vibe.
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I feel like we're working on one thing at a time with you.
[He reaches over to pour another glass of water for Dodger and basically shoves it in his free hand, before he reaches over and decides to just grab a whole loaf of bread before nodding at him to follow him. Well, it's not exactly a choice, because at the same time his hand curls tighter in the older man's, almost like he's about to tug him along if he has to. This is definitely not what he had in mind today but sometimes these things happen. Sometimes a semi-drunk mutant shows up on your doorstep and you just want to help out still.]
Just drink more water and get something in your stomach. I will kick your ass if you puke on the floor.
[A half idle threat before he starts pulling Dodger along.]
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[There's a playfully dismissive tone in his voice, but he is listening. Enough to take the water, enough to follow Scott along and properly lace their fingers together while they walk.]
I won't puke, promise. Takes more to get me there.
[A pause.]
But I probably shouldn't blow you, just in case.
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[Why does he put up with him!! Although strangely enough, he kind of does feel like a mother hen when he's around Dodger and isn't that fucking weird? Just a few months ago back home he was about to get his ass kicked by some stupid school bully and now he's leading around a grown ass man and trying to take care of him. The trajectory of his life is so fucking unpredictable.
Like being offered a blowjob right now?? DODGER.....
And yet he only slightly stumbles in his footing before he almost forcefully tugs him along, bypassing various doors and hallways as he leads him straight to the sunroom.]
The only thing that's going down your throat is bread and water. That's what you get for coming to me while admitting you're drunk. [Small pause.] Were you expecting anything else?
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[Probably not the best time to admit that, but... well.]
And- I sort of figured if you weren't pissed at me we could fuck around. Or something.
[The or something is tacked on belatedly, as if it's going to obscure the fact that fucking Scott was absolutely the whole thing he went in here expecting to get.]
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Henry not around? I thought you'd rather be with him if you wanted to fuck. [Avoid the potential of a lecture and all that, but whatever. He lets out a small sigh, this time stopping briefly to look up at the older mutant. Once again, he's trying to hide most of his emotions-- his sunglasses really carrying most of the weight in that.]
So, you... really didn't come here because you needed my support otherwise?
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I'm dating him, that doesn't mean I'm off the menu.
[Maybe bad wording, given... hmm. Dodger grimaces briefly, although he tries his best to straighten his expression when Scott looks at him.]
I- no, I'm not gonna just hang around when I need something. We're friends, right?