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
[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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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?