[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.)
[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.]
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.)
[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.]
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.)
[Well, at least he gets to eat pancakes. He's glad about that. Honestly, he was prepared for this dining experience to become something like that.]
Fine, but I'm not going to eat my food as fast as possible. And I'm ordering bacon and everything to go along with this.
[Putting so much on their imaginary bill!! Although, would Scott have made Sophie pay for everything? ...Probably not. There's also a distinct lack of resistance from the younger mutant, not trying to deny that he trusts her. On this.]
(Please, it's supposed to be a bonding experience, he's fine to eat whatever he wants, she's also going to eat a ton of bacon. If she's going to play teacher, she's going to have some reward for it.
... But hey, look, she did say Scott listens to her, and guess what? Correct.)
So, Solmara, huh? Let me guess, a certain handsome telekinetic man asked you to go?
[So, she knows about that, huh? Did she check the sign up sheet? Maybe. But he's going to make one guess first-- though he has to scoff a little at her description of Julian.]
Like I'd listen to anything that guy says.
[Yeah he did shut up. Scott pointedly stares down at his menu, so he doesn't have to look at Sophie while internally grumbling about it. He thinks Julian is a fucking asshole, but. It clearly was important to him. And he cares about Nate in the same way he kind of cares about people even if he won't admit it.
Doubly so since he's a mutant. And he kind of likes talking to him??]
I know he can be a jerk, alright, but he knows what he's doing.
(Julian Keller Apologist
Listen, the man bamboozled the shit out of her and her sisters, and he actually did the right thing, even if, uh, right, the Cuckoos didn't. Not to mention all the heroics. You know, she listens.
Nate, though, whole other matter. She trusts him, too, although her concerns are more about control and power than competency, but alas. She thinks it'll be fine, she just wants to make sure Scott feels a bit more confident before he's sent off.)
Surprise fact, I have two working eyes and I read you saying you're going, who would have thunk.
[He's being a brat, a part of him know this. But whatever. He said that he'd try harder to see why all of this is important to Sophie-- and by extension, the other mutants, but a dick is a dick. And a part of him still thinks that no one would defend him in a same way, because he's Cyclops or whatever. They're all fucked up as Sophie mentioned, but they're family-- they've been through things. He's still an outsider, right?
But he does care about them. He doesn't want Nate to fucking bite it out there. None of them, really. Something less aggravated loosens in Scott's expression.]
Wow, that is a surprise. [...] But. Yeah. My powers are really different than Nate's, so I'll be able to support him in ways that isn't just more telepathy or telekinesis.
And of course, she can hear that, but telling him just how bullshit that is wouldn't really help anything. She should probably block this shit out, listen to some other senseless gossip out the Diner, unless he activates a keyword or two in her brain.)
Right? I can totally read, and I even see in multiple colors, imagine that.
(Bitch Summers.)
And that's exactly what I am taking you out to learn how to do today. We're learning aim.
[He doesn't answer her question and maybe it's for the best. Although, he can't help but recall the image of the two of them kissing on that other planet. They're obviously together in some way, or whatever. He doesn't care that much. It just helps to explain why she's defending him so much.]
Wow, seeing in multiple colors. Congratulations.
[Is it time to order food yet? Maybe the grumpiness will go away some once the teen shoves his chatty mouth with bacon and eggs. But at least the sour attitude doesn't carry over to the topic of training, Scott nodding a little because yeah. That will be important. Even though he technically just has to look at something to aim, but.
He doesn't want to fuck this up. Especially if it means watching out for Nate.]
...You know I can't control my powers, right? [...] Is there a technique that my older self uses to control his?
[The first time he's really asking about him. Cyclops.]
(Listen, he is a bitch to her, she is one right back, this is how this works. The bot arrives, and her order is just the expected, pancakes with inhuman levels of bacon.
Back to topic, of course, that's why she's here. What is interesting is that he asks her about Cyclops, she wasn't exactly expecting him to want to learn spoilers of any kind. Approach carefully.)
I'm fully aware, yeah. Summers can't control it either, perse. I don't know the detail specifics on it, Quire might, but he has a visor, he can control the blasts with direction and intensity and stuff.
[The bot will be right back with Scott's order, it promises!
At least Scott's too busy with their current conversation to be fully grumpy about that-- actually he's starting to look kind of upset. Not at Sophie or any of the other mutants though, mostly at himself. His powers. So, he really never gets to control his optic blasts?? He has to use a visor to control their intensity and everything? He's... always going to see the world in multiple shades of red?
What's the whole point of him being at Xavier's then? Well, guess to attend a school that knows he might kill someone if his glasses fall off.
He almost loses his appetite. Scott's mouth thins into a small line, gaze drawing downward and cutting contact from Sophie.]
...So. This is basically it. I just wear glasses all the time, even in the shower. And when I go to sleep.
(There's only so much she can do there. There are many things that are wonderful about being a mutant, she loves her identity, even the clone part, regardless of the origin. Telepathy is so close to her heart that if she were to lose it completely, she'd never recover from it.
... But there are the bad sides to their powers, and this is one of them. Part of it sucks tremendously, downsides to every gift and curses to every blessing.
He has to come to terms with it. She's not someone who can help that part, she just is.)
[No sugarcoating anything. No reassurances. This is truly it.
Scott barely reacts when the bot comes back with his plate of food, placing in front of the somber teen as he stares down at his lap. That frustration is still present, but heavily compounded by grief that's not just sullen teen angst. Not... not that he thought that being a mutant would be easy, he just hoped that he'd get better. Having Professor McCoy develop these sunglasses for him was a good first step.
But he thought they were just that, a first step until he learned how to control his powers on his own. As long as he was making some progress, it would be fine. Seeing the world again after that uncertainty of needing to close his eyes for the rest of his life was such a relief, but... it does still suck to see everything in red.]
She doesn't like the fact there's nothing she can say, but she does figure it's best he knows straight from the person who took responsibility for him in the first place. Better than to lie to him and have him figure it out later, she supposes that will only bite her in the ass for a temporary win of trust.
She can feel it, and she's blocking it in her brain. Sorry, she cannot deal with this, she has her own part of this to uphold.)
... Yeah, I do. Listen, I'm not gonna lie to you. I've never done this before, but I decided I was gonna take care of you so here I am. I'm definitely not perfect, and I have no idea how to help you with your bummer. I didn't go through any of that.
... But I'm here. We're figuring this out together, cool?
[So she has no idea what she's doing either. It's a fact that might've made Scott laugh any other time, but not now. Not when he's staring at his plate of untouched food, even though it looks and smells good-- though his stomach still hasn't regained its appetite yet. He still feels like he just got sucker punched.]
Why.
[He starts. The singular word escaping Scott and it's quiet. Upset. But not in that over the top way. Fully experiencing and feeling the grief of his own mutation.]
...Why would you want to take care of me? [She took him aside that one time, yeah, but he figured it was Sophie looking out for the mutants from her own world. Have patience for them, she's told him.] I'm not part of your universe.
(Although he is blocked up in her mind, it's not like she can't decipher what the combo of expressions and the tone of his voice means. She's just doing it so she doesn't have to feel it, it's a bomb of emotions that would distract her immensely from keeping herself true in this conversation.
Except, well. She's still Sophie. She's not particularly great at the talking, nor at the feelings part. She did say she isn't perfect.)
Yeah, see, I don't really give a shit about that.
(Soft, very smooth.)
I'm taking care of you because it doesn't matter if you are or you aren't. You're a mutant, you need me, so I'm here. It's much more a matter of whether you'll let me to take care of you than why would I wanna take care of you.
Blunt, to the point, but maybe that's what Scott needs to hear right now anyway. His eyes finally draw away from his food to look up at Sophie, those sunglasses guarding his expression, though it really doesn't do much to hide his feelings. He's... maybe a little surprised? Touched in a small way. He's at least not feeling defensive, the teen not bothering to refute the whole 'needing her' bit. After being taken from his world, being isolated from everything he knows, it's a little nice to have someone kind of care about him.
Scott pokes a little bit at his eggs with a fork, not yet trying to eat.]
Do you always try to help out new mutants? Is that your thing? [...] Or am I just a special case?
Haha, nupe. Not my thing at all. If I'm super honest with you, our thing is mostly being powerful, hot, mean, and selfish. Me, on the other hand, I'm trying to be better, so, I have been trying to help our community at home. I don't see why I can't echo the sentiment here, so I picked you up. I'm as new as you are to this, though, so I'm probably going to suck sometimes. Teaching is more of my mum's thing, but hey. If you're willing, I'm willing.
(Great speech, amazing communications skills, inspires tons of trust, but hey!!! Honesty is good, right?)
[Hot, mean, and selfish..... yeah he can see that for sure.
But also.
He can see how Sophie is actually trying. Trying once again, with him, and this time, it feels like she's centering that attempt solely on him. She... really cares about him, huh? In her own way. Because he's a mutant. And that's enough, for now. Maybe. It feels more than what everyone else has done so far.
There's another poke at his food, though he actually scoops up some of the eggs this time.]
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[Since she's taking him out to eat. Not that it means too much here, with everything being free.]
Where are we eating?
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(Duh.)
/The Diner. Breakfast food, tons of bacon./
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[Can't take a hint.....]
At least you picked a decent place. Might have stood you up otherwise.
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/You wouldn't, would you? Would you really? That'd break my heart./
(It wouldn't, but she's being playful...)
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I'll see you in a few.
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Wear something nice, see you in a bit./
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[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.]
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Once she sees him, she waves a little from her seat, only by fluttering her fingers.)
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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?
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(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.)
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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?
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(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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Are we going to toss pancakes around?
[That's the first thing his little brain turns to. WHAT... she mentioned pancakes and having fun and frisbees. He thinks it's a logical conclusion.]
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(Does he???? She's pretty sure he does, in his rebellious way.)
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Fine, but I'm not going to eat my food as fast as possible. And I'm ordering bacon and everything to go along with this.
[Putting so much on their imaginary bill!! Although, would Scott have made Sophie pay for everything? ...Probably not. There's also a distinct lack of resistance from the younger mutant, not trying to deny that he trusts her. On this.]
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(Please, it's supposed to be a bonding experience, he's fine to eat whatever he wants, she's also going to eat a ton of bacon. If she's going to play teacher, she's going to have some reward for it.
... But hey, look, she did say Scott listens to her, and guess what? Correct.)
So, Solmara, huh? Let me guess, a certain handsome telekinetic man asked you to go?
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Like I'd listen to anything that guy says.
[Yeah he did shut up. Scott pointedly stares down at his menu, so he doesn't have to look at Sophie while internally grumbling about it. He thinks Julian is a fucking asshole, but. It clearly was important to him. And he cares about Nate in the same way he kind of cares about people even if he won't admit it.
Doubly so since he's a mutant. And he kind of likes talking to him??]
Did Nate tell you I was going?
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(Julian Keller Apologist
Listen, the man bamboozled the shit out of her and her sisters, and he actually did the right thing, even if, uh, right, the Cuckoos didn't. Not to mention all the heroics. You know, she listens.
Nate, though, whole other matter. She trusts him, too, although her concerns are more about control and power than competency, but alas. She thinks it'll be fine, she just wants to make sure Scott feels a bit more confident before he's sent off.)
Surprise fact, I have two working eyes and I read you saying you're going, who would have thunk.
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[He's being a brat, a part of him know this. But whatever. He said that he'd try harder to see why all of this is important to Sophie-- and by extension, the other mutants, but a dick is a dick. And a part of him still thinks that no one would defend him in a same way, because he's Cyclops or whatever. They're all fucked up as Sophie mentioned, but they're family-- they've been through things. He's still an outsider, right?
But he does care about them. He doesn't want Nate to fucking bite it out there. None of them, really. Something less aggravated loosens in Scott's expression.]
Wow, that is a surprise. [...] But. Yeah. My powers are really different than Nate's, so I'll be able to support him in ways that isn't just more telepathy or telekinesis.
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(Thread lightly.
And of course, she can hear that, but telling him just how bullshit that is wouldn't really help anything. She should probably block this shit out, listen to some other senseless gossip out the Diner, unless he activates a keyword or two in her brain.)
Right? I can totally read, and I even see in multiple colors, imagine that.
(Bitch Summers.)
And that's exactly what I am taking you out to learn how to do today. We're learning aim.
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Wow, seeing in multiple colors. Congratulations.
[Is it time to order food yet? Maybe the grumpiness will go away some once the teen shoves his chatty mouth with bacon and eggs. But at least the sour attitude doesn't carry over to the topic of training, Scott nodding a little because yeah. That will be important. Even though he technically just has to look at something to aim, but.
He doesn't want to fuck this up. Especially if it means watching out for Nate.]
...You know I can't control my powers, right? [...] Is there a technique that my older self uses to control his?
[The first time he's really asking about him. Cyclops.]
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Right? No effort from my part.
(Listen, he is a bitch to her, she is one right back, this is how this works. The bot arrives, and her order is just the expected, pancakes with inhuman levels of bacon.
Back to topic, of course, that's why she's here. What is interesting is that he asks her about Cyclops, she wasn't exactly expecting him to want to learn spoilers of any kind. Approach carefully.)
I'm fully aware, yeah. Summers can't control it either, perse. I don't know the detail specifics on it, Quire might, but he has a visor, he can control the blasts with direction and intensity and stuff.
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At least Scott's too busy with their current conversation to be fully grumpy about that-- actually he's starting to look kind of upset. Not at Sophie or any of the other mutants though, mostly at himself. His powers. So, he really never gets to control his optic blasts?? He has to use a visor to control their intensity and everything? He's... always going to see the world in multiple shades of red?
What's the whole point of him being at Xavier's then? Well, guess to attend a school that knows he might kill someone if his glasses fall off.
He almost loses his appetite. Scott's mouth thins into a small line, gaze drawing downward and cutting contact from Sophie.]
...So. This is basically it. I just wear glasses all the time, even in the shower. And when I go to sleep.
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... But there are the bad sides to their powers, and this is one of them. Part of it sucks tremendously, downsides to every gift and curses to every blessing.
He has to come to terms with it. She's not someone who can help that part, she just is.)
... Yeah. Pretty much.
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Scott barely reacts when the bot comes back with his plate of food, placing in front of the somber teen as he stares down at his lap. That frustration is still present, but heavily compounded by grief that's not just sullen teen angst. Not... not that he thought that being a mutant would be easy, he just hoped that he'd get better. Having Professor McCoy develop these sunglasses for him was a good first step.
But he thought they were just that, a first step until he learned how to control his powers on his own. As long as he was making some progress, it would be fine. Seeing the world again after that uncertainty of needing to close his eyes for the rest of his life was such a relief, but... it does still suck to see everything in red.]
...And you still want to train me.
[He says, quietly.]
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She doesn't like the fact there's nothing she can say, but she does figure it's best he knows straight from the person who took responsibility for him in the first place. Better than to lie to him and have him figure it out later, she supposes that will only bite her in the ass for a temporary win of trust.
She can feel it, and she's blocking it in her brain. Sorry, she cannot deal with this, she has her own part of this to uphold.)
... Yeah, I do. Listen, I'm not gonna lie to you. I've never done this before, but I decided I was gonna take care of you so here I am. I'm definitely not perfect, and I have no idea how to help you with your bummer. I didn't go through any of that.
... But I'm here. We're figuring this out together, cool?
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Why.
[He starts. The singular word escaping Scott and it's quiet. Upset. But not in that over the top way. Fully experiencing and feeling the grief of his own mutation.]
...Why would you want to take care of me? [She took him aside that one time, yeah, but he figured it was Sophie looking out for the mutants from her own world. Have patience for them, she's told him.] I'm not part of your universe.
[Her family.]
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Except, well. She's still Sophie. She's not particularly great at the talking, nor at the feelings part. She did say she isn't perfect.)
Yeah, see, I don't really give a shit about that.
(Soft, very smooth.)
I'm taking care of you because it doesn't matter if you are or you aren't. You're a mutant, you need me, so I'm here. It's much more a matter of whether you'll let me to take care of you than why would I wanna take care of you.
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Blunt, to the point, but maybe that's what Scott needs to hear right now anyway. His eyes finally draw away from his food to look up at Sophie, those sunglasses guarding his expression, though it really doesn't do much to hide his feelings. He's... maybe a little surprised? Touched in a small way. He's at least not feeling defensive, the teen not bothering to refute the whole 'needing her' bit. After being taken from his world, being isolated from everything he knows, it's a little nice to have someone kind of care about him.
Scott pokes a little bit at his eggs with a fork, not yet trying to eat.]
Do you always try to help out new mutants? Is that your thing? [...] Or am I just a special case?
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(Great speech, amazing communications skills, inspires tons of trust, but hey!!! Honesty is good, right?)
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But also.
He can see how Sophie is actually trying. Trying once again, with him, and this time, it feels like she's centering that attempt solely on him. She... really cares about him, huh? In her own way. Because he's a mutant. And that's enough, for now. Maybe. It feels more than what everyone else has done so far.
There's another poke at his food, though he actually scoops up some of the eggs this time.]
...You don't suck. Not really.