[There's something playful in Akira's expression and oh my god. Scott nearly chokes on his eggs, just barely managing to swallow before responding.]
I mean, I was thinking of the training room they got here...
[The two sides of him battling are right now. He's supposed to be more responsible now, a X-Man, a good representation of mutants and all that. Cyclops wouldn't go to a parking garage and blast apart some rich asshole's car, even if they're dicks, right? But Scott Summers might still, the teen who had a slight chip on his shoulder and only recently found a place with the other mutants.
That reckless whisper in the back of his mind goads him. Do it. It's not like anyone actually drives cars around here, they don't appreciate them. So, it wouldn't really be too bad. He bites his lip, uncertain.]
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I mean, I was thinking of the training room they got here...
[The two sides of him battling are right now. He's supposed to be more responsible now, a X-Man, a good representation of mutants and all that. Cyclops wouldn't go to a parking garage and blast apart some rich asshole's car, even if they're dicks, right? But Scott Summers might still, the teen who had a slight chip on his shoulder and only recently found a place with the other mutants.
That reckless whisper in the back of his mind goads him. Do it. It's not like anyone actually drives cars around here, they don't appreciate them. So, it wouldn't really be too bad. He bites his lip, uncertain.]
The car wouldn't be usable anymore afterward.