(sounds like a jab, but it is said with fondness. that's his most incredible characteristic, after all.
even though mikey did warn about being weak to alcohol, he's also a glutton... and that beer bottle is already nearly over. this is not going to end up very good for some of us.)
Actually, yeah. Guess that's a normal thing for him?
[Scott laughs slightly in good humor. Maybe he didn't fight hard enough in the 'battle' himself, but he'll never forget the gang captain just dunking that whole bag of sour skittles straight into his mouth and taking all the sour powder with it. A true legend, even though he almost died.
Maybe that's what makes him a legend.]
Aren't you guys the same age? You almost sound like his parent. [He smiles though, because guess that's how it is being the leader of a whole gang and everything. Looking out for each other, especially if Mikey values honor and stuff.
Also Mikey plz pace yourself.]
I'm pretty sure I set a decent impression on him though.
(even mikey has beaten him, threatened him, and takemichi has never given up on him or anyone else. it's astounding. takemichi is weak in so many ways, but bows to nobody. what's more incredible than that?)
Hm? We were. Takemitchy was not taken from the same year as me, it seems. It's 2006 for me, 2008 for him.
(but the laugh he gets out, a little hiccup that goes with it. it has began... oh no... a drink...)
Hah! I wouldn't worry so much, Summers. Takemitchy is not half as cool as you seem to think he is!
[It's probably a good thing Scott isn't the mutant that can actually read minds because Mikey.]
So, he's even older than you. [He gets the different time periods well enough, since it's definitely not the first instance he's heard by now. Shit, him and Quentin are from entirely alternative versions of Earth, so this doesn't feel too odd. Really, he's getting the hang of accepting the weird by now.
But before he can point out that Mikey acting as Takemitchy's parent makes even less sense, uh, the slight hiccup catches his attention and dude really can't hold his liquor. Scott's downed about half of his bottle, so he hasn't had the same amount yet, but he knows that he can handle at least one of beer.]
Man, you really can't hold your alcohol. Maybe we should just stick to two bottles.
[Scott inhales and chokes on his beer hearing that particular answer. Holy shit, really?? He coughs loudly, beating his chest with one hand because fuck. Sure, Mikey looks young and everything, but so do a lot of Japanese teens here and he thought he was at least his age or something, not two years younger. He didn't even know you could have those kind of muscles at that age--
Give him a moment as he tries to get his breathing back in order. Maybe it's best if they just talk about his shades for now.]
O-oh, my glasses? [Scott wheezes slightly, grimacing slightly because choking on beer really isn't great. Ugh.]
Yeah, I can't take them off, even when I sleep. Too easy to suddenly snap my eyes open and blast a hole through my roof or wall and I actually like my house.
(oh, this is funny. poor scott. shall he freak him out even more? he shall. sorry, manjiro's a little shit.)
What, dude? We started ToMan when I was eleven, been in gang rallies since I was six. I think all the punches I've taken and thrown may have moved my face around, my bad for misleading.
(nope, he just wanted that fact known, to see summers' reaction.)
Ah, yeah, that does sound like it. I still think it's cool as fuck, though. Everything comes with their downsides, after all-- oof.
(and here's where he stands to flop next to scott... and to grab his second beer in the process. something tells him scott might start to cut him off the beers pretty soon.)
[Eleven-- wait, six?? He was probably learning fucking multiplication or something around that age, maybe division, but definitely not going on rallies or punching other gang members. ...This does explain a lot about Mikey though, mostly how he's the leader of a gang when he's only a teenager, and that he's fucking ripped--
Still, Scott is obviously trying to process all this, just staring at his bottle for a few seconds after he finally closes his slack jaw.]
Er, wow... damn.
[He doesn't think Mikey is lying either, he doesn't seem the type?? It's honestly not too hard to picture him fighting everyone at half his height and age. Definitely more of a maverick than Scott can ever be--
And he thinks he's cool?? His powers, too. It makes him smile slightly, feeling something unwind in his chest, although, he does try to subtly move the beers away after he snatches a second bottle. It's for the best.]
My powers? [He lifts his hand to adjust his shades, quietly thinking about the fact that he always has to wear them and see everything in red. Not unless he wants to destroy everything around him. But... guess they've come in handy too. Accepting them is a thing.]
I kind of have a complicated relationship with them. Sometimes I think they completely suck, other times, I'm glad I have them. [A part of him wanted to say 'no they're totally cool, Mikey, I'm fine,' but he said to just be himself.]
(he saw that, motherfucker. his eyes will squint, as if they silently say: "put them back". but soon, they return to their normal shape as he listens to the tale of lasers. part of him knows he can never understand it, while the other feels similarly. he doesn't know what it comes from, what it is, that dark impulsivity that turns his brain into a destructive auto-pilot. he's very sick, and it's not his fault... and sometimes, he leans on it. it gives him strength to act in a way that is per what he wants, while it terrifies him simultaneously. kill who needs to be done, no take backs, no hesitation, chaos, destruction-- but at the expense of hurting the ones he cares about most.
sucks balls. also necessary.
so, he kinda gets it, and he sips in understanding, even if he won't share what he thought through that explanation. maybe this can help.)
[It's for the best, Mikey!! But Scott turns his head slightly to really look at Mikey at the question, puzzlement clear on his face, but he nods without much hesitation. Maybe he shouldn't listen to a story that really isn't Mikey's to share, but he doesn't want to turn him down either.
They're friends and everything, so Scott wants to listen.]
I have this friend, you see. His name is Mitsuya, he's the Second Division captain. His mother is a single mom, who works all day, the entire day, to provide for him... And his little sisters. That means nobody raises him, and he parents the two. He feeds them, takes them to school, bathes them, raises them, helps them with school and everything. It's always been like this, even when we were kids, he took them up and down in those sling things for babies. It's a lot of work, isn't it? A lot of responsibility. Sucks, because he never asked to be born, nor has he ever asked to become a parent. You know what he says about it?
"Don't hate the situation you were born into". Mitsuya could hate everything, couldn't he? But he acknowledges it and tries to work with it. You see this?
(and right now, he takes off the jacket once again, so scott could take it and look at it upclose. it is a state-of-the-art piece.)
A lot of us don't have a lot of money, and Mitsuya isn't any exception to it. Luna and Mana didn't have a lot of toys, so Mitsuya started sewing them. Turned into that. He'll be a huge designer one day, I know it. The point here is - don't hate the situation you were born into, Summers. You can use it to become something beautiful and inspire someone else. It's a good cycle, isn't it?
(a nudge with the shoulders, and bam, the second bottle is gone. GONE.)
[Scott stays silent as Mikey starts to talk about Mitsuya, explaining the shit that he has to deal with and everything. Maybe it wasn't his place to really talk about another guy's troubles, but from what he's telling him, it doesn't sound like he'd really mind anyway. Don't hate the situation you were born into, and it's coming from someone that has to basically raise his siblings and act like an adult even though he's not.
Damn.
It really just... put some things into perspective. His life has never been that hard, having both his parents and his older brother, and even if Alex doesn't live with him, he knows that he still cares. He doesn't have responsibilities like that, not until he got his powers, which mostly equate to 'don't lose your sunglasses.' Granted, having that happen usually causes destruction, but he gets what Mikey is trying to tell him.
It's sort of what Xavier was trying to tell him when he first arrived at the school. Well, mostly that his powers are a 'gift' and that control is important, but he can see the professor agreeing with what Mikey is saying here.
Scott continues to look down at his nearly empty bottle, only feeling a slight buzz from its contents, before nodding. Also, really fucking impressive that he made those jackets.]
I've been trying to accept my powers and everything. People have been helping me with that. [He lets out a small breath, wondering if he wants to say this much, but guess they're having a man to man conversation.] Just sometimes, it's hard, like I want to yell about it, but I know that I can also help people with it. Protect my friends in ways I couldn't before.
That's it, isn't it? That's the point. You can yell. At the end of the day, you can deal with it, and only you can deal with it, but if you can use it to protect, then it isn't all that bad, is it? You got this, motherfucker.
(#inspirational #motivational
that said, he means it. it's not so different for him, after all. his own issue is a curse, destructive, bloody -- and he has nothing else to blame it on but himself. he doesn't even know it is outside his scope of control, after all. to him, that's what he is, through and through. impulsiveness that crushes, and discriminates against none.
I thought accepting it meant not being pissed about it at all...
[But guess he can accept his powers while still being mad about it, especially if he's just having a Bad Day. Waking up and seeing all red just sucks sometimes... and no one is telling him otherwise about that. Scott lets a small exhale leave him, as the realization rolls through him, but he finally manages a smirk as he looks back at Mikey.]
But I got this. Can't let my powers control my life, right?
[Limited time only, Scott can sometimes sound cool. He almost affectionately rolls his eyes, however, when Mikey demands another bottle.]
One more only, I remember you mentioning that you can only handle three like a lightweight.
It just means you acknowledge the situation and are at peace with it. It can still fucking suck, dude-- woah, like? I am a lightweight. No shame in it. It's cheap, you know? Advantages and all.
(right back to the whole accepting thing, even if he isn't noticing what he is saying to be connected precisely to the topic. the bottle is opened in that-- less elegant way, and he takes a large sip.)
Ah, man. Should I send Takemitchy to the other room... I know I'm gonna end up snoring a bunch, speaking of-- but he doesn't like to be alone in the dojo... Maybe I'll sleep-- I won't sleep!
[Guess he's mostly at peace with his powers, if his weird acceptance of them counts. Mikey seems to think so and maybe that's good enough for the time being. Maybe Xavier's School will fully help him later, but that's not here and now anyway.
He snorts a little when Mikey mentions his acceptance of being a lightweight, not really the same and probably a sign that he's starting to feel the effects. But with Mikey on his third bottle, Scott opens his second and takes a small sip from it, grimacing again at the taste. Man, he's not sure if he'll ever get used to this, but It's Cool.]
Huh? Ask Takemitchy what he wants when he gets back, seems like it depends if he wants sleep more or not being alone more. [...] Does he normally just sleep on the couch here or something?
Nope. I don't like to sleep alone so much. When we moved, he had my old room and all, but it's a little-- off, isn't it? So he asked to sleep here, but I kind of-- ich--
(there's your answer, scott. he doesn't like to sleep alone!!!!!)
Share the bed. He's shorter than what I'm used to, but comfortable--ich.
[Scott's honestly still trying to process the fact that Mikey doesn't like sleeping alone before he just casually admits that he and Takemichi share the same bed and everything and huh. Are they... like together? Wait, Mikey just mentioned that he's 'shorter than what he's used to,' so does he just curl up with other gang leaders or is there a girl back home??
He doesn't quite realize it, but he's stopped mid drink to think about all this.]
So uh. [He rubs the back of his neck, because it's not like he's unfamiliar with guys being with guys by now, plus he watched him kiss Yu in the hot springs. It's all cool, really.]
It's just platonic between you two? [Is he with Yu???? But Yu is kind of a ho-- he means dates freely. This is some relationship shit that he didn't ask for though.] I mean, it's cool either way. Doesn't really matter to me who you're kissing
[brb comparing the two Mikeys that he knows now, one that's a badass gang leader that rides motorcycles and is super charismatic and everything, and one that's a spoiled rotten teen that clings to people when he sleeps. scott.exe is still processing this.
He sips almost absentmindedly from his drink.]
And you like guys and girls?
[He's not sure why he asked that, but maybe it's just his brain still not catching up to his mouth.]
[That's when Mikey and Scott hear a comically timed thud right outside the door. Karma has ensured that Takemichi Hanagaki the eavesdropper is justly punished.]
[Scott barely hears the thud right outside the door, mostly because he's too busy choking on his beer and spilling some of the liquid down his shirt because he didn't expect that answer. He's not sure whether to be more speechless with Mikey flat out saying that he doesn't like pussy or claiming that he's prettier than most girls.
Yes. That's probably the correct answer.
But once he's done choking, he glances at the door.]
I-is something there? [Okay, so his voice hasn't really fully recovered from the coughing and everything, sounding a bit weedy, but a distraction from someone else sounds great right now.]
[The one fact that will never penetrate Mikey's titanium skull is that people aren't reacting to what he says. They're reacting to the shockingly shameless way he says those things. Sure, Takemichi has seen Mikey use a line of prone underlings as a roadway, but even he wasn't expecting the arrogant gang leader to call himself prettier than the girls. He really refuses to lose at anything, doesn't he!!!
Slowly, awkwardly, Takemichi slides the door open. One hand is still rubbing at his sore and reddened forehead. He waves sheepishly at the two teens in the room with his other hand.]
Don't joke like that.... [He trails with a nervous laugh.] You could really do it.
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(sounds like a jab, but it is said with fondness. that's his most incredible characteristic, after all.
even though mikey did warn about being weak to alcohol, he's also a glutton... and that beer bottle is already nearly over. this is not going to end up very good for some of us.)
He's a very good kid. I'm sure he likes you, too.
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[Scott laughs slightly in good humor. Maybe he didn't fight hard enough in the 'battle' himself, but he'll never forget the gang captain just dunking that whole bag of sour skittles straight into his mouth and taking all the sour powder with it. A true legend, even though he almost died.
Maybe that's what makes him a legend.]
Aren't you guys the same age? You almost sound like his parent. [He smiles though, because guess that's how it is being the leader of a whole gang and everything. Looking out for each other, especially if Mikey values honor and stuff.
Also Mikey plz pace yourself.]
I'm pretty sure I set a decent impression on him though.
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(even mikey has beaten him, threatened him, and takemichi has never given up on him or anyone else. it's astounding. takemichi is weak in so many ways, but bows to nobody. what's more incredible than that?)
Hm? We were. Takemitchy was not taken from the same year as me, it seems. It's 2006 for me, 2008 for him.
(but the laugh he gets out, a little hiccup that goes with it. it has began... oh no... a drink...)
Hah! I wouldn't worry so much, Summers. Takemitchy is not half as cool as you seem to think he is!
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So, he's even older than you. [He gets the different time periods well enough, since it's definitely not the first instance he's heard by now. Shit, him and Quentin are from entirely alternative versions of Earth, so this doesn't feel too odd. Really, he's getting the hang of accepting the weird by now.
But before he can point out that Mikey acting as Takemitchy's parent makes even less sense, uh, the slight hiccup catches his attention and dude really can't hold his liquor. Scott's downed about half of his bottle, so he hasn't had the same amount yet, but he knows that he can handle at least one of beer.]
Man, you really can't hold your alcohol. Maybe we should just stick to two bottles.
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Uh, yeah. I'm 15.
(also, please, he ain't nobody's parent!!
it's not just the hiccup. scott, unfortunately, sees everything red, so he can't really see how manjiro looks exactly like a tomato.)
Shhh, I'm still fine! It's okay! Hey, lemme ask-- you can't take those glasses off, right? What happens if you wake up at night... How do you sleep?
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Give him a moment as he tries to get his breathing back in order. Maybe it's best if they just talk about his shades for now.]
O-oh, my glasses? [Scott wheezes slightly, grimacing slightly because choking on beer really isn't great. Ugh.]
Yeah, I can't take them off, even when I sleep. Too easy to suddenly snap my eyes open and blast a hole through my roof or wall and I actually like my house.
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What, dude? We started ToMan when I was eleven, been in gang rallies since I was six. I think all the punches I've taken and thrown may have moved my face around, my bad for misleading.
(nope, he just wanted that fact known, to see summers' reaction.)
Ah, yeah, that does sound like it. I still think it's cool as fuck, though. Everything comes with their downsides, after all-- oof.
(and here's where he stands to flop next to scott... and to grab his second beer in the process. something tells him scott might start to cut him off the beers pretty soon.)
Do you like it yourself?
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Still, Scott is obviously trying to process all this, just staring at his bottle for a few seconds after he finally closes his slack jaw.]
Er, wow... damn.
[He doesn't think Mikey is lying either, he doesn't seem the type?? It's honestly not too hard to picture him fighting everyone at half his height and age. Definitely more of a maverick than Scott can ever be--
And he thinks he's cool?? His powers, too. It makes him smile slightly, feeling something unwind in his chest, although, he does try to subtly move the beers away after he snatches a second bottle. It's for the best.]
My powers? [He lifts his hand to adjust his shades, quietly thinking about the fact that he always has to wear them and see everything in red. Not unless he wants to destroy everything around him. But... guess they've come in handy too. Accepting them is a thing.]
I kind of have a complicated relationship with them. Sometimes I think they completely suck, other times, I'm glad I have them. [A part of him wanted to say 'no they're totally cool, Mikey, I'm fine,' but he said to just be himself.]
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sucks balls. also necessary.
so, he kinda gets it, and he sips in understanding, even if he won't share what he thought through that explanation. maybe this can help.)
Can I tell you a story that isn't mine to share?
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They're friends and everything, so Scott wants to listen.]
Yeah, of course. What's up?
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"Don't hate the situation you were born into". Mitsuya could hate everything, couldn't he? But he acknowledges it and tries to work with it. You see this?
(and right now, he takes off the jacket once again, so scott could take it and look at it upclose. it is a state-of-the-art piece.)
A lot of us don't have a lot of money, and Mitsuya isn't any exception to it. Luna and Mana didn't have a lot of toys, so Mitsuya started sewing them. Turned into that. He'll be a huge designer one day, I know it. The point here is - don't hate the situation you were born into, Summers. You can use it to become something beautiful and inspire someone else. It's a good cycle, isn't it?
(a nudge with the shoulders, and bam, the second bottle is gone. GONE.)
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Damn.
It really just... put some things into perspective. His life has never been that hard, having both his parents and his older brother, and even if Alex doesn't live with him, he knows that he still cares. He doesn't have responsibilities like that, not until he got his powers, which mostly equate to 'don't lose your sunglasses.' Granted, having that happen usually causes destruction, but he gets what Mikey is trying to tell him.
It's sort of what Xavier was trying to tell him when he first arrived at the school. Well, mostly that his powers are a 'gift' and that control is important, but he can see the professor agreeing with what Mikey is saying here.
Scott continues to look down at his nearly empty bottle, only feeling a slight buzz from its contents, before nodding. Also, really fucking impressive that he made those jackets.]
I've been trying to accept my powers and everything. People have been helping me with that. [He lets out a small breath, wondering if he wants to say this much, but guess they're having a man to man conversation.] Just sometimes, it's hard, like I want to yell about it, but I know that I can also help people with it. Protect my friends in ways I couldn't before.
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(#inspirational #motivational
that said, he means it. it's not so different for him, after all. his own issue is a curse, destructive, bloody -- and he has nothing else to blame it on but himself. he doesn't even know it is outside his scope of control, after all. to him, that's what he is, through and through. impulsiveness that crushes, and discriminates against none.
dangerous. he's still figuring that out himself.)
Aaaah, give me one more! Three, and I'll stop--
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[But guess he can accept his powers while still being mad about it, especially if he's just having a Bad Day. Waking up and seeing all red just sucks sometimes... and no one is telling him otherwise about that. Scott lets a small exhale leave him, as the realization rolls through him, but he finally manages a smirk as he looks back at Mikey.]
But I got this. Can't let my powers control my life, right?
[Limited time only, Scott can sometimes sound cool. He almost affectionately rolls his eyes, however, when Mikey demands another bottle.]
One more only, I remember you mentioning that you can only handle three like a lightweight.
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(right back to the whole accepting thing, even if he isn't noticing what he is saying to be connected precisely to the topic. the bottle is opened in that-- less elegant way, and he takes a large sip.)
Ah, man. Should I send Takemitchy to the other room... I know I'm gonna end up snoring a bunch, speaking of-- but he doesn't like to be alone in the dojo... Maybe I'll sleep-- I won't sleep!
(IMPOSSIBLE.)
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He snorts a little when Mikey mentions his acceptance of being a lightweight, not really the same and probably a sign that he's starting to feel the effects. But with Mikey on his third bottle, Scott opens his second and takes a small sip from it, grimacing again at the taste. Man, he's not sure if he'll ever get used to this, but It's Cool.]
Huh? Ask Takemitchy what he wants when he gets back, seems like it depends if he wants sleep more or not being alone more. [...] Does he normally just sleep on the couch here or something?
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(there's your answer, scott. he doesn't like to sleep alone!!!!!)
Share the bed. He's shorter than what I'm used to, but comfortable--ich.
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He doesn't quite realize it, but he's stopped mid drink to think about all this.]
So uh. [He rubs the back of his neck, because it's not like he's unfamiliar with guys being with guys by now, plus he watched him kiss Yu in the hot springs. It's all cool, really.]
It's just platonic between you two? [Is he with Yu???? But Yu is kind of a ho-- he means dates freely. This is some relationship shit that he didn't ask for though.] I mean, it's cool either way. Doesn't really matter to me who you're kissing
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(oh, scott. your thoughts sound so gay right now.
but alright, mikey sips, takes a moment to think, and it's a shrug.)
Takemitchy is straight, you know? I adore him, but I think it's as far it can go, considering that. It's fine.
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He sips almost absentmindedly from his drink.]
And you like guys and girls?
[He's not sure why he asked that, but maybe it's just his brain still not catching up to his mouth.]
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Oh, absolutely not into pussy at all. Where did you get that idea? I'm prettier than most girls I know, dude, that does not work out well.
(DRUNK MIKEY IS DRUNK........)
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Yes. That's probably the correct answer.
But once he's done choking, he glances at the door.]
I-is something there? [Okay, so his voice hasn't really fully recovered from the coughing and everything, sounding a bit weedy, but a distraction from someone else sounds great right now.]
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Takemitchy, come in now or I'm kicking your head off.
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Slowly, awkwardly, Takemichi slides the door open. One hand is still rubbing at his sore and reddened forehead. He waves sheepishly at the two teens in the room with his other hand.]
Don't joke like that.... [He trails with a nervous laugh.] You could really do it.
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