[Her clone sisters, right. She mentioned about breaking from the hivemind or whatever a while back, but despite everything, Sophie probably still misses them and stuff. And she obviously likes partying a lot on her own, if given by all the pool parties she started.
But on a nice day like this...
He looks over at her, slightly curious, as if trying to look into her mind and see what she's up to, even though his powers is definitely not telepathy.]
And on a nice day, you decided to spend it with me.
(She does like part of her soul was ripped off from her, and yet, she doesn't. She's having some time to think and consider, and she knows she's better off on her own.
Still. She's never been anything different. It's all so fucking weird.
But she notices what he's doing, how he's looking at her? One of her hands move his to set his index and middle fingers on his temple, like telepaths do with a chuckle.)
Mmmm, how about now? Seeing anything?
(But she drops it soon enough, shoulders shrugging as she looks up towards the sky.)
[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.
(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.
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.
(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?
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But on a nice day like this...
He looks over at her, slightly curious, as if trying to look into her mind and see what she's up to, even though his powers is definitely not telepathy.]
And on a nice day, you decided to spend it with me.
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Still. She's never been anything different. It's all so fucking weird.
But she notices what he's doing, how he's looking at her? One of her hands move his to set his index and middle fingers on his temple, like telepaths do with a chuckle.)
Mmmm, how about now? Seeing anything?
(But she drops it soon enough, shoulders shrugging as she looks up towards the sky.)
Yeah. Don't worry about it.
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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.
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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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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.
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(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?