but whatever the case, everyone finally got the scott summers they've been wanting and shit. good for everyone, really. it's cool. like i don't have to worry about their stupid asses as much.
I'm not exactly the Maelle he remembers. But I think even if there was some older, very different me, he'd still value me as a person. It's not like there's only one spot in the world for me or you. Especially here.
That older Scott? Probably not fun to hang out with.
he feels more like a person sometimes. like. some ideal. the leader of the x-men and everything. you know every single mutant recognized me immediately when i came here? and i didn't know any of them.
i imagine they'd also be happy about that, you know? to have the person that they share actual memories with. that knows them back.
[A part of him thinks about declining, just wanting to sulk in his room for a bit longer. But also seeing Maelle again, right now after everything, is definitely a nice thought. Someone that he can just joke and hang out with and stuff. She's met the older him, but at least it's not the same hurt feeling as with the other mutants.
Maybe getting away from the mansion is a good idea anyway.]
Yeah, okay. Well, depends on what's in that bag. :p
[There's some easiness that's started to spread in his chest. But as he ends communication with Maelle, he can't stop himself from sitting there quietly in his room with that more morose mood. It's still hard in a lot of ways, being here and knowing that the other Scott exists somewhere else in this city. Ready to be all Cyclops and reliable for the other mutants.
But Scott isn't the type to stand up a friend, let alone a friend that he really likes. And Maelle is definitely one of his favorite people here, a feeling that's made him even more comfortable with him knowing how much she cares about him too. Yeah, he's not that stupid in ruining that.
So it's not long before he makes his way over to her apartment, his hands shoved in his pockets like normal and he seems okay, but there's an undercurrent of exhaustion and maybe even some anger still.]
[Take that, Sophie. She did it. Maelle's waiting out front patiently, glad to see Scott coming up the sidewalk after she's mentally done a slow walk from where he resides to the apartment, figuring out how long it usually takes her. And accounting for snow. And maybe a bit of... unhappiness, and the heaviness that must come with the other Scott's arrival.
Still, he made it, and Maelle breathes out a mirthless laugh.]
I knew the spicy chips would do it.
[They should get in, out of the cold, but Maelle steps in to give Scott a hug, arms wrapping around him with his hands still in his pockets. It's what she would want if she were in his shoes.]
[A small smile grows on Scott at her quip, a similar response on the tip of his tongue before it immediately dies in this throat as her arms suddenly wrap around him. Wait, what. He can't stop his noise of shock because a cute girl is hugging him-- okay more than that, Maelle is hugging him and she's not always the most touchy type like this. But she's doing it now, for him, and after that initial wave of surprise passes through, Scott's hands finally leave from his pockets.
And wrap around her in return. No hesitation about that, just that return of warmth and support and appreciation that he's unable to convey at first, words still lodged in his throat as he just tries to breathe in this moment and situate himself. Guess if nothing else, if everything has been pulled under him, at least he has this. It doesn't even feel that cold out here because of her.]
...Thanks, Maelle.
[His words quiet, almost soft, in contrast with the way he's still hugging her to him.]
[The only words she can really think to say. He will be okay, at least, even if he feels awful for now. It won't be forever. She has to believe that the other Scott will be kind and patient, and that will help this Scott come to terms with their current situation. Maelle lets the hug linger longer than she typically would, giving Scott a moment of privacy in a way, before she pats his back and gently pulls back.]
Maybe if he repeats those words to himself enough times he'll start to believe it. But honestly... a part of him is genuinely starting to believe it already, partly because of the girl that's currently hugging him and knowing that deep down, the other mutants aren't going to reject him. It just feels a little scary to hope that much, or think that he won't just be easily replaced, because if it does happen... he doesn't know what he'd do. Felt easier just to brace for the worst.
But it's made him miserable, it probably made everyone around him miserable too.
Of course he's not immediately fully okay now, but he seems like he's less ready to snap now as she pulls away from him.]
Hm? Are you saying that you can cook? [Scott why are you so surprised by the idea of this.....] And what about the chips?
[She gives him an amused look, leading them in and over to the elevator. It's a short ride to the third floor. She can cook well enough to feed others when need be, but she doesn't particularly feel passionate about it.]
There are leftovers from when we got pizza the other night, or I can make a sandwich. Chips go with both options.
[Maelle leads them down the hall to the right door. Their apartment is just enough space for four people, with the kitchen to the right and a lived-in living room off it with a small dining area, complete with a work bench with a collection of books and little projects Gustave collects. Down the hall are the bedrooms, and all is very, very quiet. Everyone is gone, like Maelle said.]
Here we are. The apartment of Expedition 33. Some of us, anyway. Make yourself at home.
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hey. sup.
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I met the other Scott.
You okay?
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so you met him too.
well. what do you think?
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heh, yeah.
but whatever the case, everyone finally got the scott summers they've been wanting and shit. good for everyone, really. it's cool. like i don't have to worry about their stupid asses as much.
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It's just like some cousin you never met showed up and just happens to have the same name as you. He's not exactly you, and you're not exactly him.
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it's not like you're a different maelle that gustave knows
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That older Scott? Probably not fun to hang out with.
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and i guess. but it's just. he's the one everyone kept on talking about, you know?
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I don't see what the fuss is about. He's just a person. Especially here.
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he feels more like a person sometimes. like. some ideal. the leader of the x-men and everything. you know every single mutant recognized me immediately when i came here? and i didn't know any of them.
i imagine they'd also be happy about that, you know? to have the person that they share actual memories with. that knows them back.
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Do you want to come over? No one else is home and I have a bag from 711 I haven't opened yet.
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Maybe getting away from the mansion is a good idea anyway.]
Yeah, okay. Well, depends on what's in that bag. :p
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Be there in a few?
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[There's some easiness that's started to spread in his chest. But as he ends communication with Maelle, he can't stop himself from sitting there quietly in his room with that more morose mood. It's still hard in a lot of ways, being here and knowing that the other Scott exists somewhere else in this city. Ready to be all Cyclops and reliable for the other mutants.
But Scott isn't the type to stand up a friend, let alone a friend that he really likes. And Maelle is definitely one of his favorite people here, a feeling that's made him even more comfortable with him knowing how much she cares about him too. Yeah, he's not that stupid in ruining that.
So it's not long before he makes his way over to her apartment, his hands shoved in his pockets like normal and he seems okay, but there's an undercurrent of exhaustion and maybe even some anger still.]
Hey, congratulations, you brought me out.
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Still, he made it, and Maelle breathes out a mirthless laugh.]
I knew the spicy chips would do it.
[They should get in, out of the cold, but Maelle steps in to give Scott a hug, arms wrapping around him with his hands still in his pockets. It's what she would want if she were in his shoes.]
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And wrap around her in return. No hesitation about that, just that return of warmth and support and appreciation that he's unable to convey at first, words still lodged in his throat as he just tries to breathe in this moment and situate himself. Guess if nothing else, if everything has been pulled under him, at least he has this. It doesn't even feel that cold out here because of her.]
...Thanks, Maelle.
[His words quiet, almost soft, in contrast with the way he's still hugging her to him.]
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[The only words she can really think to say. He will be okay, at least, even if he feels awful for now. It won't be forever. She has to believe that the other Scott will be kind and patient, and that will help this Scott come to terms with their current situation. Maelle lets the hug linger longer than she typically would, giving Scott a moment of privacy in a way, before she pats his back and gently pulls back.]
Come on, let's get inside. Are you hungry?
[Real food, not snacks.]
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Maybe if he repeats those words to himself enough times he'll start to believe it. But honestly... a part of him is genuinely starting to believe it already, partly because of the girl that's currently hugging him and knowing that deep down, the other mutants aren't going to reject him. It just feels a little scary to hope that much, or think that he won't just be easily replaced, because if it does happen... he doesn't know what he'd do. Felt easier just to brace for the worst.
But it's made him miserable, it probably made everyone around him miserable too.
Of course he's not immediately fully okay now, but he seems like he's less ready to snap now as she pulls away from him.]
Hm? Are you saying that you can cook? [Scott why are you so surprised by the idea of this.....] And what about the chips?
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[She gives him an amused look, leading them in and over to the elevator. It's a short ride to the third floor. She can cook well enough to feed others when need be, but she doesn't particularly feel passionate about it.]
There are leftovers from when we got pizza the other night, or I can make a sandwich. Chips go with both options.
[Maelle leads them down the hall to the right door. Their apartment is just enough space for four people, with the kitchen to the right and a lived-in living room off it with a small dining area, complete with a work bench with a collection of books and little projects Gustave collects. Down the hall are the bedrooms, and all is very, very quiet. Everyone is gone, like Maelle said.]
Here we are. The apartment of Expedition 33. Some of us, anyway. Make yourself at home.
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