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If there were mutants in your timeline, at least by the definition that my world goes by, you'd probably would know. [Small pause.] Unless they're still in hiding. Mutants only became known the public around ten years ago.
[When Magneto threated to kill the president on national television and everything. Normal stuff. At least he sort of chilled enough to turn against Apocalypse and save the Professor from him. It's really kind of hard to form an opinion about the former terrorist, so Scott's a little glad that he doesn't have to think about it too much right now.]
Mostly, it gives us powers. [It doesn't look like Scott's bothered explaining this stuff to Akira. Maybe he'll have to do stuff like this in the future back home, so this is good practice. He can see the Professor saying that to him. Talking about mutant stuff in this capacity wakes Scott up a little more anyway, demeanor a little less 'grumpy teen' and more 'trying really hard to be leader material.'
The eggs are probably helping too.] But before you ask, optic blasts.
[Akira supposes it's possible. . . but he couldn't even begin to guess how probable it is. after all, his timeline has a ton of other supernatural fuckery going on. though it is because of that supernatural fuckery that Akira would believe]
Powers, huh.
[a curious hum, and before he can even open his mouth to ask Scott cuts him off. Akira blinks a few times in surprise, before letting out an amused huff, lips curving into a grin.t hat does explain the sunglasses]
[. . .]
[. . . he prefers to keep his own abilities a secret, but. . . that ship has sailed, hasn't it? there are already too many people here who know. so what's the harm?]
Soul demons. [he gestures to himself] I use the power of my soul to summon characters from mythology and legend to fight for me.
[Scott stops midbite when Akira admits to summoning soul demons. The mutant curiously tilts his head at him, unseen eyes blinking before his glasses, but the long pause might give that sort of impression anyway. At least it's clear that he's definitely not alarmed hearing about this, Scott pretty much accepting Akira's comment without question.]
Huh. [Maybe a little like Kazuya? Although, he's an actual demon... but then there's Yu, who summoned that one dude back when they were stuck in the elevator. He wonders if any of that is similar at all. Is this a Japanese thing or what?? It's almost starting to feel that way.]
Could you show me? I think I've seen something like that before in this casino.
[Scott's always here to talk about powers because he's interested. Even if Akira isn't a mutant, at least he's... weird in his own way. It means something when there's no other mutants around.]
[a slight quirk of a smile; that reply isn't surprising, considering everything Kazuya has told him. he hasn't met a demon yet, but if they truly are anything like his Personas. . .]
Sure. [no hesitation] Not here, though.
[he gestures to the room around them, lifting his arms into a lazy stretch afterwards]
[Too small, really? Just how big are these soul demons?? Scott can't help but picture something large now, some colossal demon expanding its wings across the entire casino and looking cool. Maybe he's giving the other teen too much credit though, because that would mean he's super cool too, right? He doesn't see it--
Nonetheless, his anticipation about this builds, Scott trying to hide his excitement by agreeing with a small hum.]
Yeah, sure. [...] It's hard for me to show my powers too without destroying something in the process.
[nope. he is not super cool at all. Scott's instincts are correct, his bedmate is a total and complete loser. do not let the soul demons lead him to believe otherwise!]
Well.
[lightly, playfully. but there's a hint of mischief in his eyes, a bit of a spark that glistens in the backs of his irises]
I happen to know where there's a parking garage filled with expensive cars that no one is using.
[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.]
[THERE'S A TRAINING ROOM??? definitely more responsible, but also way less fun. and to be fair to Scott, Akira had a moment where he too decided against vandalism]
[and then a guy goaded him into crashing a car into a wall and now he has no fear]
[His mouth parts, at first wordless, like he doesn't know what to really say to that. He... are they even insured? Probably? Or maybe not, because weird casino in the middle of who knows where. But also, he has a feeling that the owners wouldn't actually care. Would that be the purpose of doing this in the first place?]
[Even though Scott's still working on his. It doesn't matter, because he's definitely stealing a piece of bacon in addition to whatever else he said earlier. It's only fair. Only this asshole can make him switch from trying to be 'X-Man Leader' to bitchy teen and back within seconds of each other.]
[he can't help it; Akira's blase expression cracks as he barks out a laugh]
I'm kidding. Obviously.
[he settles a bit more, snatching the only remaining piece of bacon from his own breakfast for himself. he doesn't mind that Scott has stolen part of it, but he does want something other than the bonbons to fill his stomach!]
Let's just say something about this places makes me want to. . . mmm. [gnaws on the bacon, features thoughtful] Act out.
[Another snort, but it's clear he's amused. Maybe his sharp laugh was just a little infectious.]
I know, but I'm still doing it.
[Despite all his threats about eating Akira's breakfast, he really only snatched a couple of extra bites from his side. It's not like he really wants to take all of his food, especially if he's hungry. And considering they both just woke up from a long party, Scott assumes that he's pretty famished himself.
So, he settles after one last bite, fork placed down, and letting Akira have the rest.]
...Really? [He shuffles a little where he's sitting, one knee folding up. It's just... Akira's words really resonate in him. Scott knows that he's been a little more irresponsible since arriving at this casino and he truly wants to leave and help others leave, but he's also been reckless and doing other things that are in direct conflict with the whole self-control thing.
And admittedly, it's been nice. At least a lot of the time.]
I. [He bites his lip, is it honesty hour again? With someone he just woke up? Maybe it's okay because he admitted it first.] Feel the same.
[uho!! the rest is for him!! Akira reclaims his plate gladly, casually yoinking the same fork that Scott used because he is too lazy to look for his own. is that weird? probably! he doesn't seem to care]
[especially not as the conversation shifts to something more. . . serious]
Hn. . .
[. . . the playful edge to Akira's expression fades as his features turn a bit stony, lips curved into a frown. he hasn't been here long-- has not yet been fully dragged into the casino's whims-- but. . . he's been told enough to formulate a few early opinions. so. . . he isn't surprised to hear he is the only one out of the two of them trying to reclaim a bit of lost agency by being a chaos gremlin]
. . . have you been here long enough to get one of those marks?
[Scott, at least, doesn't seem to care all that much about Akira using his fork. After you press your dick against another dude's dick like two or three times, these sort of things don't seem to matter as much.]
...Yeah. Not as long as a lot of people here, but about three months now. [He seems to contemplate something, internally debating if he wants to talk about it more, but Scott remembers how confused he was about everything. It was really helpful when people explained the suits and all that. He doesn't want Akira to feel entirely lost and alone because it just sucks. He knows that.
So, he shows the strange club symbol on the top of his right hand, hand stretched like he's offering it for Akira to look at.]
[yeah sharing a fork is pretty tame compared to the other things the resort wants them to do!!]
[. . . like with every other symbol he has been shown thus far, Akira's gaze narrows, something dark shadowing his features]
Tch. . .
[he stares at the marking adorning his bedmate's hand for a few long seconds, before placing his fork down and reaching out, fingers curling around Scott's to drag the hand clover for inspection. clubs. . . he hasn't seen that one yet. his thumb brushes across the edges, touch gentle]
. . . how do you feel about it?
[he knows he is prying, and he would not blame Scott for shutting the conversation down here and now. but. . . it's important, Akira thinks, to gauge how everyone else feels about these brands]
[He doesn't pull away at all, letting Akira continue to inspect the symbol that's basically engraved into his skin. Strange, how it just sort of appeared one day, marking him as an official 'guest' of this casino. And that's not even getting to the whole thing of him having two suits for a week. That sucked.]
I don't like it.
[A quiet admittance, but one laced with subtle anger. Because other than the fact that he hates the idea of the House or whoever in charge managing to kidnap him and marking him, there's other things too.]
...There was a time when I, um, didn't have sex for a while. [Because he was uncertain, because of a lot of reasons. Scott's fingers clench and unclench in his hold.] Bad idea. Couldn't think-- I acted out. All my thoughts were mixed up and I just did whatever was on my mind without restraint.
[He exhales loudly.] I was lucky that no one got hurt.
[. . . a sharp inhale followed by a deep exhale as Akira feels the anger bubbling up anew in the pit of his stomach. out of everything he has seen in this place. . . these markings are probably the worst. but while he can feel his own emotions simmering coolly in his chest, he keeps them in check, already knowing that raw anger isn't going to help anyone here]
[it's fine. it's fine!1 he has a goal in mind. he just. . . needs to bide his time. learn more about how this dumb hotel works. he'll figure things out eventually]
[. . . that's what he tells himself, anyway]
[he gives Scott's hand a tight squeeze before finally releasing it, allowing his own to fall back into his lap]
Stupid.
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]
This is what I meant by "acting out," you know. Maybe there's only so much you've got control over, but. . .
[a small shrug]
. . . I've found that making things your own helps take the sting out of it.
[NOT HERE, OBVIOUSLY. he is suit-less, so he hasn't had the same problems as everyone else. but he is still speaking from personal experience]
[As he lets his own hand fall back, Scott can't stop himself from smiling just slightly, corners of his mouth twitching upward. So much of this sucks, that... yeah. It is stupid.]
The thing is... I'm not sure if me wanting to blow up a car is something I actually want to do or just my suit goading me again. [He admits while rubbing that symbol on him with his hand. Destroying public property was never really his thing, but also... screw rich people and how they treat others.]
I have a hard time telling sometimes.
[And it's frustrating and a bunch of other things that Scott doesn't want to fully get into. He knows he shouldn't be losing control in the first place, but he desperately wants to feel normal again sometimes. Couldn't this place wait until he was... more of a X-Man or something.]
[Akira says with a small quirk of a smile, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. he recognizes that his own methods are a biiiiit. . . extreme, and may not be suitable for everyone. months upon months of slicing through enemies in the Metaverse in order to release his pent up frustration, to grasp at the special power he had been given that had allowed him to reclaim some sense of agency in life. . . has made him a bit reckless at times! it's the adrenaline junkie that lives deep within his heart]
[but despite his own cheekiness, Scott seems to be different. so. . . he needs a different approach]
Let's take it back a few steps, all right? Let's focus on the things you like to do.
[not Akira's revolutionary methods]
When you're anxious and can't seem to get a grip on yourself, what sorts of things do to do to calm down?
[Even with Akira's reassurance, something uncomfortably twists in his chest, a feeling that he might have disappointed the other teen in some way. It's dumb, because why should it matter-- they're not really friends, but it's just the stupid way that Scott has already grown a little fond of Akira. Partially because of their light ribbing of each other and knowing that he has a power too, compounded on the fact that last night was really not a good night for him.
Maybe he should've just blown up the car, no one would've gotten hurt. But also, Professor Xavier might be disappointed in him if he found out later and he's a powerful telepath. He shouldn't be acting like that anymore--]
The mall, arcade. Watching movies. [Scott almost blurts out, before cringing a little because it's just been nonstop being uncool lately!! He looks away for a moment, taking a moment to just breathe before shrugging one shoulder.] Normal crap like that.
[despite Scott's fears, there isn't a shred of disappointment in Akira's expression. if anything, he looks encouraging, his smile widening at that answer. it's a perfectly normal one!! and. . . it tells Akira a lot about this guy's priorities. a young man labeled a "mutant" by his society, with special powers that separate him from everyone else. . . hah]
[. . . Akira gets it. despite his penchant for getting into trouble, sometimes. . . he just wants to live a perfectly ordinary life, too]
Not bad. [a tiny hum] I hear there's a shopping center in this place, and not all of the stores are sketchy.
You wanna get dressed and go hang out?
[because Scott isn't the only one who has grown a li'l fond of his morning bedmate]
It's really hard to place doubt in those encouraging words, paired along with that easy grin. Unless he's a really good actor... yeah. He almost doesn't know what to do with such honest support, a part of him embarrassed, but mostly appreciative, especially as that lingering feeling of loneliness that he's been carrying fades. Something eases in Scott's expression, before he finally starts to smile back.]
Yeah, I'd like that.
[It really means a lot to feel normal. Usually it's him that's pulling the other mutants around to hang out, but he's been a little out of his element since coming here. It's kind of nice to have someone take that first step.
Some of that initial shyness fades, replaced by something a little more confident. He's feeding off a little of Akira's energy, but it's clear he's gotten more comfortable with him.]
[HAH. that's the spirit. Akira snorts as he finally hops out of bed, hands linked and raised above his head in a biiiiig stretch]
Yeah, maybe in your dreams.
[it's nice to know that despite the uncertainties. . . there's still a part of Scott that is willing to bite, however gently, however playfully. he seems like a guy who has a lot on his shoulders-- not just here, at the resort, but. . . at home as well. and if Akira is good for anything, he thinks it's being a shoulder to lean on when things get rough]
I'm Kurusu Akira, by the way. But just Akira is fine.
[a beat. and then, cheekily]
No point in using formalities when we have officially shared a bed.
[With breakfast finished and a plan somewhat made between them, Scott soon gets up from the bed as well, stretching just briefly before turning to face Akira with that more relaxed smile. It's small, but genuine, and for a few seconds, he thinks that maybe dealing with last night wasn't so bad if he was able to connect with the other teen.
He's being dumb. Since when did he want friends and become attached to others so quickly?]
Scott Summers. [He responds-- before immediately snorting, covering all thoughts with the return of something snarky.] And here I thought it was because we shared chocolate and eggs together.
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[When Magneto threated to kill the president on national television and everything. Normal stuff. At least he sort of chilled enough to turn against Apocalypse and save the Professor from him. It's really kind of hard to form an opinion about the former terrorist, so Scott's a little glad that he doesn't have to think about it too much right now.]
Mostly, it gives us powers. [It doesn't look like Scott's bothered explaining this stuff to Akira. Maybe he'll have to do stuff like this in the future back home, so this is good practice. He can see the Professor saying that to him. Talking about mutant stuff in this capacity wakes Scott up a little more anyway, demeanor a little less 'grumpy teen' and more 'trying really hard to be leader material.'
The eggs are probably helping too.] But before you ask, optic blasts.
[His power.]
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Powers, huh.
[a curious hum, and before he can even open his mouth to ask Scott cuts him off. Akira blinks a few times in surprise, before letting out an amused huff, lips curving into a grin.t hat does explain the sunglasses]
[. . .]
[. . . he prefers to keep his own abilities a secret, but. . . that ship has sailed, hasn't it? there are already too many people here who know. so what's the harm?]
Soul demons. [he gestures to himself] I use the power of my soul to summon characters from mythology and legend to fight for me.
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Huh. [Maybe a little like Kazuya? Although, he's an actual demon... but then there's Yu, who summoned that one dude back when they were stuck in the elevator. He wonders if any of that is similar at all. Is this a Japanese thing or what?? It's almost starting to feel that way.]
Could you show me? I think I've seen something like that before in this casino.
[Scott's always here to talk about powers because he's interested. Even if Akira isn't a mutant, at least he's... weird in his own way. It means something when there's no other mutants around.]
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Sure. [no hesitation] Not here, though.
[he gestures to the room around them, lifting his arms into a lazy stretch afterwards]
It's too small. [a pause] Quid pro quo?
[HE WANTS TO SEE THE LASER EYES]
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Nonetheless, his anticipation about this builds, Scott trying to hide his excitement by agreeing with a small hum.]
Yeah, sure. [...] It's hard for me to show my powers too without destroying something in the process.
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Well.
[lightly, playfully. but there's a hint of mischief in his eyes, a bit of a spark that glistens in the backs of his irises]
I happen to know where there's a parking garage filled with expensive cars that no one is using.
[VANDALISM??]
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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.
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[and then a guy goaded him into crashing a car into a wall and now he has no fear]
Yeah. I suppose it wouldn't be.
But I bet their insurance would cover it.
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Do you hate cars or something?
[That's what Scott goes with, almost dumbly.]
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[popping that 'p' for emphasis]
Can't stand the sight of them. Horrible pollution machines. The world would be better without them.
[he is joking, if Scott can't tell]
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I'm eating half of your breakfast now.
[Even though Scott's still working on his. It doesn't matter, because he's definitely stealing a piece of bacon in addition to whatever else he said earlier. It's only fair. Only this asshole can make him switch from trying to be 'X-Man Leader' to bitchy teen and back within seconds of each other.]
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I'm kidding. Obviously.
[he settles a bit more, snatching the only remaining piece of bacon from his own breakfast for himself. he doesn't mind that Scott has stolen part of it, but he does want something other than the bonbons to fill his stomach!]
Let's just say something about this places makes me want to. . . mmm. [gnaws on the bacon, features thoughtful] Act out.
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I know, but I'm still doing it.
[Despite all his threats about eating Akira's breakfast, he really only snatched a couple of extra bites from his side. It's not like he really wants to take all of his food, especially if he's hungry. And considering they both just woke up from a long party, Scott assumes that he's pretty famished himself.
So, he settles after one last bite, fork placed down, and letting Akira have the rest.]
...Really? [He shuffles a little where he's sitting, one knee folding up. It's just... Akira's words really resonate in him. Scott knows that he's been a little more irresponsible since arriving at this casino and he truly wants to leave and help others leave, but he's also been reckless and doing other things that are in direct conflict with the whole self-control thing.
And admittedly, it's been nice. At least a lot of the time.]
I. [He bites his lip, is it honesty hour again? With someone he just woke up? Maybe it's okay because he admitted it first.] Feel the same.
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[especially not as the conversation shifts to something more. . . serious]
Hn. . .
[. . . the playful edge to Akira's expression fades as his features turn a bit stony, lips curved into a frown. he hasn't been here long-- has not yet been fully dragged into the casino's whims-- but. . . he's been told enough to formulate a few early opinions. so. . . he isn't surprised to hear he is the only one out of the two of them trying to reclaim a bit of lost agency by being a chaos gremlin]
. . . have you been here long enough to get one of those marks?
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...Yeah. Not as long as a lot of people here, but about three months now. [He seems to contemplate something, internally debating if he wants to talk about it more, but Scott remembers how confused he was about everything. It was really helpful when people explained the suits and all that. He doesn't want Akira to feel entirely lost and alone because it just sucks. He knows that.
So, he shows the strange club symbol on the top of his right hand, hand stretched like he's offering it for Akira to look at.]
I'm clubs.
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[. . . like with every other symbol he has been shown thus far, Akira's gaze narrows, something dark shadowing his features]
Tch. . .
[he stares at the marking adorning his bedmate's hand for a few long seconds, before placing his fork down and reaching out, fingers curling around Scott's to drag the hand clover for inspection. clubs. . . he hasn't seen that one yet. his thumb brushes across the edges, touch gentle]
. . . how do you feel about it?
[he knows he is prying, and he would not blame Scott for shutting the conversation down here and now. but. . . it's important, Akira thinks, to gauge how everyone else feels about these brands]
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I don't like it.
[A quiet admittance, but one laced with subtle anger. Because other than the fact that he hates the idea of the House or whoever in charge managing to kidnap him and marking him, there's other things too.]
...There was a time when I, um, didn't have sex for a while. [Because he was uncertain, because of a lot of reasons. Scott's fingers clench and unclench in his hold.] Bad idea. Couldn't think-- I acted out. All my thoughts were mixed up and I just did whatever was on my mind without restraint.
[He exhales loudly.] I was lucky that no one got hurt.
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[it's fine. it's fine!1 he has a goal in mind. he just. . . needs to bide his time. learn more about how this dumb hotel works. he'll figure things out eventually]
[. . . that's what he tells himself, anyway]
[he gives Scott's hand a tight squeeze before finally releasing it, allowing his own to fall back into his lap]
Stupid.
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]
This is what I meant by "acting out," you know. Maybe there's only so much you've got control over, but. . .
[a small shrug]
. . . I've found that making things your own helps take the sting out of it.
[NOT HERE, OBVIOUSLY. he is suit-less, so he hasn't had the same problems as everyone else. but he is still speaking from personal experience]
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The thing is... I'm not sure if me wanting to blow up a car is something I actually want to do or just my suit goading me again. [He admits while rubbing that symbol on him with his hand. Destroying public property was never really his thing, but also... screw rich people and how they treat others.]
I have a hard time telling sometimes.
[And it's frustrating and a bunch of other things that Scott doesn't want to fully get into. He knows he shouldn't be losing control in the first place, but he desperately wants to feel normal again sometimes. Couldn't this place wait until he was... more of a X-Man or something.]
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[Akira says with a small quirk of a smile, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. he recognizes that his own methods are a biiiiit. . . extreme, and may not be suitable for everyone. months upon months of slicing through enemies in the Metaverse in order to release his pent up frustration, to grasp at the special power he had been given that had allowed him to reclaim some sense of agency in life. . . has made him a bit reckless at times! it's the adrenaline junkie that lives deep within his heart]
[but despite his own cheekiness, Scott seems to be different. so. . . he needs a different approach]
Let's take it back a few steps, all right? Let's focus on the things you like to do.
[not Akira's revolutionary methods]
When you're anxious and can't seem to get a grip on yourself, what sorts of things do to do to calm down?
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Maybe he should've just blown up the car, no one would've gotten hurt. But also, Professor Xavier might be disappointed in him if he found out later and he's a powerful telepath. He shouldn't be acting like that anymore--]
The mall, arcade. Watching movies. [Scott almost blurts out, before cringing a little because it's just been nonstop being uncool lately!! He looks away for a moment, taking a moment to just breathe before shrugging one shoulder.] Normal crap like that.
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[. . . Akira gets it. despite his penchant for getting into trouble, sometimes. . . he just wants to live a perfectly ordinary life, too]
Not bad. [a tiny hum] I hear there's a shopping center in this place, and not all of the stores are sketchy.
You wanna get dressed and go hang out?
[because Scott isn't the only one who has grown a li'l fond of his morning bedmate]
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It's really hard to place doubt in those encouraging words, paired along with that easy grin. Unless he's a really good actor... yeah. He almost doesn't know what to do with such honest support, a part of him embarrassed, but mostly appreciative, especially as that lingering feeling of loneliness that he's been carrying fades. Something eases in Scott's expression, before he finally starts to smile back.]
Yeah, I'd like that.
[It really means a lot to feel normal. Usually it's him that's pulling the other mutants around to hang out, but he's been a little out of his element since coming here. It's kind of nice to have someone take that first step.
Some of that initial shyness fades, replaced by something a little more confident. He's feeding off a little of Akira's energy, but it's clear he's gotten more comfortable with him.]
There's an arcade too. I'd totally cream you.
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Yeah, maybe in your dreams.
[it's nice to know that despite the uncertainties. . . there's still a part of Scott that is willing to bite, however gently, however playfully. he seems like a guy who has a lot on his shoulders-- not just here, at the resort, but. . . at home as well. and if Akira is good for anything, he thinks it's being a shoulder to lean on when things get rough]
I'm Kurusu Akira, by the way. But just Akira is fine.
[a beat. and then, cheekily]
No point in using formalities when we have officially shared a bed.
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He's being dumb. Since when did he want friends and become attached to others so quickly?]
Scott Summers. [He responds-- before immediately snorting, covering all thoughts with the return of something snarky.] And here I thought it was because we shared chocolate and eggs together.
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