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[Why do telepaths do the fingers against the forehead thing anyway? Is that necessary?? But Scott snorts, deigning her question with that reaction before he looks back up at the sky with her. Being out here, seeing everything in color, it's hard to feel mad. Honestly though... he's been working on that a little more since Nate woke up. The complicated feelings of being Scott Summers will never go away, but he's shifting a little away from the mindset that he thinks everyone hates him.
Just Julian or whatever. But.]
I thought you'd want to spend it with your friends. [And then quietly, less accusatory.] Be honest with me.
Just Julian or whatever. But.]
I thought you'd want to spend it with your friends. [And then quietly, less accusatory.] Be honest with me.
(Not at all necessary, but they'll do it, just so the non-telepaths are aware something is going on. She'll move her hair to the side as she lies down, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to enjoy the breeze.
Pretty nice.)
This place isn't exactly my scene, you know. Not inspiring to me.
(He wanted honesty, that's part of it.)
And I know I annoyed you last time, so I wanted to make it a little better.
Pretty nice.)
This place isn't exactly my scene, you know. Not inspiring to me.
(He wanted honesty, that's part of it.)
And I know I annoyed you last time, so I wanted to make it a little better.
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[So, that's the reason.
Yeah, their last conversation really didn't end well, at all. He was angry and tired and frustrated, and Sophie was... being Sophie, he guesses. Is he still hurt from everything that happened there? Maybe, a little. Yeah. But a part of him really doesn't want to keep dwelling on that.
So, he shrugs, though his gaze is turned away from her.]
It's whatever. Everything tends to annoy me at one point, in case you haven't gotten the memo yet.
Yeah, their last conversation really didn't end well, at all. He was angry and tired and frustrated, and Sophie was... being Sophie, he guesses. Is he still hurt from everything that happened there? Maybe, a little. Yeah. But a part of him really doesn't want to keep dwelling on that.
So, he shrugs, though his gaze is turned away from her.]
It's whatever. Everything tends to annoy me at one point, in case you haven't gotten the memo yet.
Telepath.
(Read: she's well-aware of everything that annoys Scott, because she can hear and feel the annoyance. Once again, she thanks everything for not having been a normal teen. Can you imagine.
But she gives his shoulder a little punch before she stretches.)
... Yeah, but you know. Coulda been better myself — this whole mentoring and teaching thing is mum's deal, it's all very new to me. Live and learn, right?
(Read: she's well-aware of everything that annoys Scott, because she can hear and feel the annoyance. Once again, she thanks everything for not having been a normal teen. Can you imagine.
But she gives his shoulder a little punch before she stretches.)
... Yeah, but you know. Coulda been better myself — this whole mentoring and teaching thing is mum's deal, it's all very new to me. Live and learn, right?
[He's surprised, honestly. Hearing Sophie admit not quite fault, but maybe that she didn't fully handle their last encounter in the best possible way, is still more than what he expected. He just sort of figured that everyone was still going to blame him or at the very least, just tell him to toughen up or deal with shit because everyone is an asshole or whatever.
Not to mention she did warn him that she's not the greatest at this sort of thing.
But. She's really trying, huh? Still trying more than most around here. A sign that she hasn't really given up on him and that's nice.]
...Yeah, live and learn. [He says, relenting. Not outright saying everything is fine, but he's not going to hold it against her.]
And I know that not everyone hates me.
Not to mention she did warn him that she's not the greatest at this sort of thing.
But. She's really trying, huh? Still trying more than most around here. A sign that she hasn't really given up on him and that's nice.]
...Yeah, live and learn. [He says, relenting. Not outright saying everything is fine, but he's not going to hold it against her.]
And I know that not everyone hates me.
Real talk, who cares what everyone thinks? What truly is ever going to matter is what I think, and I think you're okay.
(Listen, nothing better than some narcissistic humor to get them through the night. But, hey, she did tell him she's a bit of a fuck up. A fuck up in terms of a Cuckoo, probably one in terms of a Frost, or not, who knows, she hasn't asked Emma.
Still.)
(Listen, nothing better than some narcissistic humor to get them through the night. But, hey, she did tell him she's a bit of a fuck up. A fuck up in terms of a Cuckoo, probably one in terms of a Frost, or not, who knows, she hasn't asked Emma.
Still.)
[Scott rolls his eyes at that, but there's no hiding the way his mouth twitches upward in amusement. Clearly meant as a joke and Scott's going to take it as such, but he can't deny that a small part of him is kind of pleased hearing this. At least one person hasn't fully given up on him yet. It further eases some of that anger that's been growing inside him.]
We're both doomed.
[But he starts pulling at the headsets that he brought out here, before offering one bud over to her.] Wanna listen to some shit?
We're both doomed.
[But he starts pulling at the headsets that he brought out here, before offering one bud over to her.] Wanna listen to some shit?
Oh, without a doubt. Emma "For The Children" Frost would be facepalming my mentoring attempts.
(But it doesn't seem like Scott minds it too much. He's here, isn't he? She can feel the anger soothe, and that's enough for her. Now, what wicked teenage music will Tykeclops show her, beats her, but she's willing to give it a chance.
She'll take the bud. Let's see.)
(But it doesn't seem like Scott minds it too much. He's here, isn't he? She can feel the anger soothe, and that's enough for her. Now, what wicked teenage music will Tykeclops show her, beats her, but she's willing to give it a chance.
She'll take the bud. Let's see.)
Whatever, you're not her.
[It's the only thing he really says before adjusting his own bud to his ear, fingers soon turning to his walkman and turning the music on. Thankfully, it's not ear piercing loud, but familiar sounds of Metallica start playing through the speakers for Sophie to listen to. Or maybe it's unfamiliar, but either way, Scott has his hands behind his head as he lets himself relax next to her.]
And that's fine.
[It's the only thing he really says before adjusting his own bud to his ear, fingers soon turning to his walkman and turning the music on. Thankfully, it's not ear piercing loud, but familiar sounds of Metallica start playing through the speakers for Sophie to listen to. Or maybe it's unfamiliar, but either way, Scott has his hands behind his head as he lets himself relax next to her.]
And that's fine.
Yeah.
(And he is right; she isn't Emma. Emma just taught her everything she knows, really, but this part, she definitely left out if not for observation on the hivemind's part — and for the longest time? Mad at Emma, for "inspiring Sophie to do foolish, superhero things that led to her death". It was not Emma, mind you. Sophie just has always been... A little more brave. Had some different wants and needs, but sure.
Blame Emma. Probably can't blame Emma now for the way she left the hivemind, but whatever. Instead, she'll gladly take the music, closing her eyes to better enjoy it... And well, since she's in Scott's brain, might as well give him something cool and colorful to look at.)
Look, I'm gonna give you some fireworks.
(And so she does, all colors and arrangements she can think of, so he can enjoy seeing them for now. God knows when she'll do it again.)
(And he is right; she isn't Emma. Emma just taught her everything she knows, really, but this part, she definitely left out if not for observation on the hivemind's part — and for the longest time? Mad at Emma, for "inspiring Sophie to do foolish, superhero things that led to her death". It was not Emma, mind you. Sophie just has always been... A little more brave. Had some different wants and needs, but sure.
Blame Emma. Probably can't blame Emma now for the way she left the hivemind, but whatever. Instead, she'll gladly take the music, closing her eyes to better enjoy it... And well, since she's in Scott's brain, might as well give him something cool and colorful to look at.)
Look, I'm gonna give you some fireworks.
(And so she does, all colors and arrangements she can think of, so he can enjoy seeing them for now. God knows when she'll do it again.)
Wow, feeling really generous today, huh?
[But Scott lets himself enjoy the colors that flash throughout his mind, a loud explosion of colors that he doesn't get to experience anymore. Not normally. Maybe a nice reminder of how colorful the world can be and that it's not just red, not just his anger or whatever. But that's thinking too deeply, so he just lets himself enjoy the images on a surface level as the music continues to play between them.
Although a thought rolls across his mind, a noise leaving Scott as he folds his hands behind his head.]
...Is it my brain that still remembers these colors? Or is it your telepathy making me see this?
[But Scott lets himself enjoy the colors that flash throughout his mind, a loud explosion of colors that he doesn't get to experience anymore. Not normally. Maybe a nice reminder of how colorful the world can be and that it's not just red, not just his anger or whatever. But that's thinking too deeply, so he just lets himself enjoy the images on a surface level as the music continues to play between them.
Although a thought rolls across his mind, a noise leaving Scott as he folds his hands behind his head.]
...Is it my brain that still remembers these colors? Or is it your telepathy making me see this?
I'm always generous.
(Eeeeeeeeh....
But, well, good question. She assumes he doesn't want to hear the tidbits of what she's doing, all the technical bullshit in telepathy that she doesn't even want to explain either. But, two things are correct.)
People see color differently. I'm borrowing from your perception of color, and making your brain think it's seeing what it's seeing. More like a glorified hallucination, really.
(Eeeeeeeeh....
But, well, good question. She assumes he doesn't want to hear the tidbits of what she's doing, all the technical bullshit in telepathy that she doesn't even want to explain either. But, two things are correct.)
People see color differently. I'm borrowing from your perception of color, and making your brain think it's seeing what it's seeing. More like a glorified hallucination, really.
[Guess that makes sense, even if 'glorified hallucination' sounds kind of shitty. At least he can actually see again, so Scott's willing to actually be a bit more positive despite that one singular dour thought.
He continues to look up at the blue sky. The white clouds. It feels like it would be a waste not to just take all of this in. Maybe that's the whole purpose of this particular lesson? Who knows.]
...Could you do this for me? Like every so often? [So he doesn't forget how colorful the world can be.]
He continues to look up at the blue sky. The white clouds. It feels like it would be a waste not to just take all of this in. Maybe that's the whole purpose of this particular lesson? Who knows.]
...Could you do this for me? Like every so often? [So he doesn't forget how colorful the world can be.]
(He reads as peaceful, and honestly, she's patting herself on the back for it. Maybe she's not that bad at this not-really-parenting-kinda-teacher-but-not-really-maybe-mentor role that she put herself in.
So, an easy smile comes, her fingers fluttering as she adds a shooting star to Scott's sight.)
Oh. Yeah, absolutely. This is like, Telepathy 101, I can do it in my sleep.
So, an easy smile comes, her fingers fluttering as she adds a shooting star to Scott's sight.)
Oh. Yeah, absolutely. This is like, Telepathy 101, I can do it in my sleep.
[A shooting star... nice little touch. Honestly, he can't remember ever seeing one, besides stuff in movies, so even though it's just another hallucination, it at least feels a little more real than seeing it through motion picture. The only time he'll get to see one in real life is through his normal red lens, but... it's fine. Right now.]
Cool. [Long pause, maybe just waiting for the next song on his cassette to play...]
Hey, thanks Sophie. [Guess all of this really does mean a lot to him? Not just showing him images, but Sophie actually checking on him.]
Cool. [Long pause, maybe just waiting for the next song on his cassette to play...]
Hey, thanks Sophie. [Guess all of this really does mean a lot to him? Not just showing him images, but Sophie actually checking on him.]
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