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[Scott finds himself staring at the message in front of him for a while, taking a moment to actually respond. Because... seriously? Really??]
why don't you volunteer?
[He doesn't even know what Solmara is. And... he barely survived on that other planet. Is he really a good candidate to go on that mission?]
why don't you volunteer?
[He doesn't even know what Solmara is. And... he barely survived on that other planet. Is he really a good candidate to go on that mission?]
so that's a yes
[He still wonders if he's really ready for something like this, but he doesn't want to admit it out loud. It's different when something is happening right in front of you versus actively volunteering for it. But.]
fine, i'll go. [Also he doesn't want to leave Nate by himself as the only mutant on that mission. He should have someone, even if it's just him.]
[He still wonders if he's really ready for something like this, but he doesn't want to admit it out loud. It's different when something is happening right in front of you versus actively volunteering for it. But.]
fine, i'll go. [Also he doesn't want to leave Nate by himself as the only mutant on that mission. He should have someone, even if it's just him.]
/Knock knock, teenage rebellion. Meet me? 💖/
Edited 2025-05-16 14:13 (UTC)
[It's his not favorite telepath--
Scott startles when a familiar voice just fucking pops out of nowhere in his mind. LOOK... despite hanging out with many telepaths now, he's just not used to this yet. Usually they respect his privacy. Somehow. Hopefully.]
I said this to Nate and I'm saying this to you. We do have earpieces for a reason.
Scott startles when a familiar voice just fucking pops out of nowhere in his mind. LOOK... despite hanging out with many telepaths now, he's just not used to this yet. Usually they respect his privacy. Somehow. Hopefully.]
I said this to Nate and I'm saying this to you. We do have earpieces for a reason.
/Welcome to life with telepaths, Scott. You get used to it. You meeting me or what? I'm taking you to eat./
(Messaged received and ignored with 100% precision.)
(Messaged received and ignored with 100% precision.)
/The warning itself negates the invasion, you know?/
(Duh.)
/The Diner. Breakfast food, tons of bacon./
(Duh.)
/The Diner. Breakfast food, tons of bacon./
(A very girly gasp.)
/You wouldn't, would you? Would you really? That'd break my heart./
(It wouldn't, but she's being playful...)
/You wouldn't, would you? Would you really? That'd break my heart./
(It wouldn't, but she's being playful...)
/No, you can't, because you're not ghosting me.
Wear something nice, see you in a bit./
Wear something nice, see you in a bit./
Whatever.
[Scott, in fact, isn't wearing anything too nice. Just his usual jeans, gray shirt, and a jacket. At least he didn't pick anything out that has holes in it? That's a step up.
Regardless, he'll be walking to the diner and maybe raising a hand in greeting as he approaches Sophie. Or just waiting around for her to get here.]
[Scott, in fact, isn't wearing anything too nice. Just his usual jeans, gray shirt, and a jacket. At least he didn't pick anything out that has holes in it? That's a step up.
Regardless, he'll be walking to the diner and maybe raising a hand in greeting as he approaches Sophie. Or just waiting around for her to get here.]
(Too bad, because Sophie is extra and she is nothing but perfectly well-dressed. Ugh, she's gonna have to do a clothes haul for this kid. So much potential, but no, he chooses basic.
Once she sees him, she waves a little from her seat, only by fluttering her fingers.)
Once she sees him, she waves a little from her seat, only by fluttering her fingers.)
[If anything, Sophie is always uh, very fashionable. Even Scott can admit (and appreciate) that. Look, she's hot okay, he's colorblind not actually blind.
But he slides over to where she's at, sitting in the opposite booth from her. This really is a decent little diner, reminiscent of the ones he's familiar with back home. A little slice of home in a planet like this. He's not sure if it makes it worse or better, but he can at least appreciate the pancakes and bacon.
Although. He looks at Sophie with a slightly expectant look, like he knows that she just didn't ask him out here for nothing.]
So. Going to give me another life lesson?
But he slides over to where she's at, sitting in the opposite booth from her. This really is a decent little diner, reminiscent of the ones he's familiar with back home. A little slice of home in a planet like this. He's not sure if it makes it worse or better, but he can at least appreciate the pancakes and bacon.
Although. He looks at Sophie with a slightly expectant look, like he knows that she just didn't ask him out here for nothing.]
So. Going to give me another life lesson?
I'm only going to lecture you if you earn it, don't worry. We're gonna eat pancakes, and we're gonna have some fun.
(Read, she'll play telekinesis frisbee and see how those peepers of his are doing. Pretty sure her diamond form can keep up with the blast, too, if he doesn't point it on her flaw from a super close range. Pretty sure.)
(Read, she'll play telekinesis frisbee and see how those peepers of his are doing. Pretty sure her diamond form can keep up with the blast, too, if he doesn't point it on her flaw from a super close range. Pretty sure.)
[Eyebrow arch. That expression is going to be really common.]
Have some fun.
[Scott repeats, like he doesn't fully believe her, or just expecting to hear the ultra weird version of Sophie's definition of fun. He thinks he's allowed to feel this way, because mutants are weird. Look he's including himself in that definition too, although he thinks that he knows that playing at the arcade or watching movies is kind of more 'normal' and those are things he enjoys.]
What is your idea of fun?
Have some fun.
[Scott repeats, like he doesn't fully believe her, or just expecting to hear the ultra weird version of Sophie's definition of fun. He thinks he's allowed to feel this way, because mutants are weird. Look he's including himself in that definition too, although he thinks that he knows that playing at the arcade or watching movies is kind of more 'normal' and those are things he enjoys.]
What is your idea of fun?
I'm plenty fun, Summers, but today, I'm feeling like playing with frisbees.
(The smile on her face is perfectly dulcet, like it's the most normal thing in the world, but really, she's just going to help him learn how to aim. He's gonna need it, she's assuming.)
(The smile on her face is perfectly dulcet, like it's the most normal thing in the world, but really, she's just going to help him learn how to aim. He's gonna need it, she's assuming.)
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