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
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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[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?