[He leans his face against an open palm, one eyebrow raised but still he's smiling because even though they're just sitting in a flower field, he's just happy to spend time with her. So fucking mushy, but at least he doesn't have to worry about her reading his thoughts.
Well... [It's been a minute since she's done this, so she takes a moment to carefully use her nails to make a slit in a stem.] Sophie will be impressed.
[She slips in the stem of another flower, linking the two together.]
[A thoughtful little noise leaves him at that. Would Sophie know how to do something like this? Probably not, he can't really picture Sophie delicately puncturing a stem with her nail to work on a flower chain. She probably would just buy something like that.
So he continues to lean his cheek against his palm as he watches her.]
You know, you're probably right. She definitely doesn't know how to do this. She wouldn't want to get her nails dirty and stuff.
[He likes Sophie with all his heart, really.] Going to make her one?
Why can't you show her this?? Seems like a perfect girl bonding moment or whatever.
[But despite the whole attitude, he takes the unlinked flowers from her. Yeah yeah, this feels a little girly, but he doesn't care too much... maybe because he's just enjoying doing stuff with her.]
So you made a slit like this, right?
[He digs his nail into the stem like she did.] And then you just link them?
I'm pretty sure Sophie would be pretty happy about getting a flower chain from you.
[But okay he can also admit that she would be really happy about getting something like this from him. Fine, Maelle wins this round. Besides, he's already getting in the groove and it's not like he's going to throw away his hard work after this.]
So, that means I need to make a pretty big one. [Wow?????] Do you think she cares what colors they are? Because... it's kind of hard for me to see.
[He admits, a little awkward, slightly shy, but he wants to hear what she thinks.]
[A joke, but a bit of an actual question, too. She can guess what it's like to look through those tinted glasses, and she points to each flower as she speaks.]
This is white. This is blue, this is purple... I think a mix would look nice. Not too intentional. A random pattern.
[No added sass or anything for once, just a simple answer that's given in an almost quiet manner as he looks at each flower that she points out. White, blue, purple... he thinks those are colors that Sophie would like. Guess he never asked and it's hard to tell what sort of colors she normally wears or covers her room.
But at least he has Maelle to help him right now, huh? He's pretty thankful about that. He reaches forward to take the flowers that she pointed out, although he soon stops after gathering them in his hands-- as if a thought just occurred to him.]
Would you like to see? ...Like everything being red?
[He jokes, though as she reveals that her hair is actually red... Scott tilts his head to really look at her, his eyes taking in those strands that are pulled back into its usual ponytail. So, what he sees right now is what he's actually supposed to see for once? At least with her hair? Well, that's nice. He's sure that the red isn't entirely right, but Scott finds himself smiling anyway. Sometimes it's the small things and--]
Good, because you're pretty cute with the red hair.
[COUGH. ANYWAY... he closes his eyes before tugging his sunglasses off, his fingers wrapping around the frames before he holds them out to her. Maybe hiding a little behind closed eyes for a moment after that comment.]
[Cute??? Maelle blinks, slow to process the word, snd by the time it churns in her brain and her cheeks are red Scott's eyes are closed so she's spared. Spared from... something.
She takes the glasses and peers into them before putting them on. Her face feels hot. Must be the sunlight.]
Yeah? Yeah. I mean, it has to be red because of my powers and everything...
[So smooth. What a thing to say after telling a girl that she's cute. He's never been the greatest at flirting and stuff, so he just settles with keeping his eyes closed as he listens to her. The only bad thing is that he can't see her reactions; he doesn't know if he's totally weirded her out. At least she doesn't sound put out or upset? So, he takes that as a good sign.
ANYWAY...]
But it's better than being blind and stuff. That really sucked.
Were you born with the eye thing or did it just happen one day?
[A question that is genuine, but one Maelle hopes buys her a moment or two so her face calms down. She looks at the flowers around them through the glasses. The colors are a bit lost, but it's not awful. Better than being blind, yeah.]
[Technically, he was born with his powers, but they didn't activate until recently. Mutations are weird like that, he really doesn't understand why that happens-- why some people's powers activate immediately while others stay dormant until later on. Probably something that Hank would be able to answer, or maybe one of the other mutants. He wonders how different his life would be if his optic blasts activated when he was really young.
It would probably kind of suck. Did that happen to the other Scott in their timeline?]
...It actually just happened three days ago, before I arrived here. I've been a mutant here longer than back home. [Another strange thing to admit, but it's the truth. He's really only been a mutant for less than a year, even though its dominated his life. It's probably going to in the future as well.]
Oh. That's... I didn't know, I assumed you were... used to it. Like really used to it.
[That's what she gets for not asking. Maelle frowns, but then makes she it's not a deep frown as she takes the glasses off of her face. He probably feels silly, sitting there with his eyes shut.]
Don't jump. I'm going to give you your glasses back.
[And by that, she means carefully placing them on his face.]
[That gets him to smile just a little. He didn't know it would be surprising for others, but guess he's just known as the mutant with the eye beams. He'd probably be shocked in their shoes. Is this a good or bad thing that people are so surprised by this? One one hand, guess he's undoubtedly a mutant, but... that's going to be the thing that people will think about the most when talking with him, huh?
Whatever. It's fine. Probably. It's not like he had much to really say about himself before becoming a mutant.
But he takes his sunglasses back from her, slipping them back on and maybe easing just a bit now that his eyesight has returned. Without destroying anything. He fully trusted Maelle with it, but it's still nice to be able to look at her and everything around them.]
Thanks, they look good. [...And maybe to make things a little more easygoing.] Well, did you like wearing them? Kind of neat, right?
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[He leans his face against an open palm, one eyebrow raised but still he's smiling because even though they're just sitting in a flower field, he's just happy to spend time with her. So fucking mushy, but at least he doesn't have to worry about her reading his thoughts.
A NICE BREAK FROM HIS HOME SITUATION--]
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[She slips in the stem of another flower, linking the two together.]
I bet she doesn't even know how to do this.
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So he continues to lean his cheek against his palm as he watches her.]
You know, you're probably right. She definitely doesn't know how to do this. She wouldn't want to get her nails dirty and stuff.
[He likes Sophie with all his heart, really.] Going to make her one?
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[She lightly taps his wrist. No chilling, guy! Maelle holds out two unlinked flowers for him to take.]
Here.
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[But despite the whole attitude, he takes the unlinked flowers from her. Yeah yeah, this feels a little girly, but he doesn't care too much... maybe because he's just enjoying doing stuff with her.]
So you made a slit like this, right?
[He digs his nail into the stem like she did.] And then you just link them?
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[Maelle leans over to watch what he does. A quick study! She grins--he pays more attention than he wants people to believe.]
Yep. You've got it. You keep going until you think it's long enough to fit on her head.
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[But okay he can also admit that she would be really happy about getting something like this from him. Fine, Maelle wins this round. Besides, he's already getting in the groove and it's not like he's going to throw away his hard work after this.]
So, that means I need to make a pretty big one. [Wow?????] Do you think she cares what colors they are? Because... it's kind of hard for me to see.
[He admits, a little awkward, slightly shy, but he wants to hear what she thinks.]
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[A joke, but a bit of an actual question, too. She can guess what it's like to look through those tinted glasses, and she points to each flower as she speaks.]
This is white. This is blue, this is purple... I think a mix would look nice. Not too intentional. A random pattern.
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[No added sass or anything for once, just a simple answer that's given in an almost quiet manner as he looks at each flower that she points out. White, blue, purple... he thinks those are colors that Sophie would like. Guess he never asked and it's hard to tell what sort of colors she normally wears or covers her room.
But at least he has Maelle to help him right now, huh? He's pretty thankful about that. He reaches forward to take the flowers that she pointed out, although he soon stops after gathering them in his hands-- as if a thought just occurred to him.]
Would you like to see? ...Like everything being red?
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[They're pretty important! Maelle fiddles with her flowers, making another link.]
Also, if you've ever wondered... my hair is actually red.
[Not that he hasn't seen it or anything but Maelle is happy to forget about that.]
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[He jokes, though as she reveals that her hair is actually red... Scott tilts his head to really look at her, his eyes taking in those strands that are pulled back into its usual ponytail. So, what he sees right now is what he's actually supposed to see for once? At least with her hair? Well, that's nice. He's sure that the red isn't entirely right, but Scott finds himself smiling anyway. Sometimes it's the small things and--]
Good, because you're pretty cute with the red hair.
[COUGH. ANYWAY... he closes his eyes before tugging his sunglasses off, his fingers wrapping around the frames before he holds them out to her. Maybe hiding a little behind closed eyes for a moment after that comment.]
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She takes the glasses and peers into them before putting them on. Her face feels hot. Must be the sunlight.]
Oh... yeah. Pretty red behind these.
[Her face included.]
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[So smooth. What a thing to say after telling a girl that she's cute. He's never been the greatest at flirting and stuff, so he just settles with keeping his eyes closed as he listens to her. The only bad thing is that he can't see her reactions; he doesn't know if he's totally weirded her out. At least she doesn't sound put out or upset? So, he takes that as a good sign.
ANYWAY...]
But it's better than being blind and stuff. That really sucked.
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[A question that is genuine, but one Maelle hopes buys her a moment or two so her face calms down. She looks at the flowers around them through the glasses. The colors are a bit lost, but it's not awful. Better than being blind, yeah.]
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[Technically, he was born with his powers, but they didn't activate until recently. Mutations are weird like that, he really doesn't understand why that happens-- why some people's powers activate immediately while others stay dormant until later on. Probably something that Hank would be able to answer, or maybe one of the other mutants. He wonders how different his life would be if his optic blasts activated when he was really young.
It would probably kind of suck. Did that happen to the other Scott in their timeline?]
...It actually just happened three days ago, before I arrived here. I've been a mutant here longer than back home. [Another strange thing to admit, but it's the truth. He's really only been a mutant for less than a year, even though its dominated his life. It's probably going to in the future as well.]
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[That's what she gets for not asking. Maelle frowns, but then makes she it's not a deep frown as she takes the glasses off of her face. He probably feels silly, sitting there with his eyes shut.]
Don't jump. I'm going to give you your glasses back.
[And by that, she means carefully placing them on his face.]
I made sure not to smudge them.
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[That gets him to smile just a little. He didn't know it would be surprising for others, but guess he's just known as the mutant with the eye beams. He'd probably be shocked in their shoes. Is this a good or bad thing that people are so surprised by this? One one hand, guess he's undoubtedly a mutant, but... that's going to be the thing that people will think about the most when talking with him, huh?
Whatever. It's fine. Probably. It's not like he had much to really say about himself before becoming a mutant.
But he takes his sunglasses back from her, slipping them back on and maybe easing just a bit now that his eyesight has returned. Without destroying anything. He fully trusted Maelle with it, but it's still nice to be able to look at her and everything around them.]
Thanks, they look good. [...And maybe to make things a little more easygoing.] Well, did you like wearing them? Kind of neat, right?