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.
Scott's barely able to question that in his mind before said teen opens the door, looking slightly rattled and embarrassed himself. Almost dumbly, he gives a small wave at him, although since his brain is still trying to catch up to everything, he doesn't have any real good greeting. Look, it's a lot to overcome Mikey shouting that he doesn't like pussy for everyone to hear.
At least Takemitchy seems to also be suffering from that.]
Welcome back? [WELCOME TO THIS HELL even if Scott's partly responsible by giving Mikey beer in the first place.]
(here's a moment where the gang leader pinches his nose bridge. damn, you guys? you all okay? although -- he does refuse to lose at everything, including that, takemichi is correct.
to be fair... mikey said he was horrible at drinking, and here we are.)
I know.
(and he's drunk, so he does pretend to go for it, his foot stopping an inch away from the other's temple, perfect kick form even when he is so drunk that walking straight would be challenging. ah, muscle memory, his bestest friend. at least takemitchy has been subjected to this before, and once his foot drops back to the floor, he ruffles the other's hair.)
Syke. Anyway, come in, it's better to participate than to just snoop, ain't it? I was just telling Summers how you're actually ToMan... Or a lot of other shit, which you've heard, I'm sure, huh?
[Takemichi's reaction to Mikey's greeting may add a hint of credence to Mikey's claims. Despite his meek entrance, he doesn't so much as flinch when that kick comes flying at his face. He simply blinks at Mikey's raised foot, remaining still until it drops back to the floor. Even Mikey might find himself surprised by how ready Takemichi is to take the hit. Now that he's survived a serious life-or-death battle against the invincible leader, a drunken fake-out kick just doesn't carry the same weight.
Funny enough, despite that display of fearlessness, he still doesn't have the reflexes to save himself from an unexpected hair ruffle. All the effort he's put into slicking his hair back is undone in a single instant, an anticlimactic end to what could have been a terrifying stunt.
He pouts, doing his best to fix his fluffed up hair as he plops down on the floor.]
I wasn't trying to snoop. Honest. I heard you guys talking about Mitsuya and just... I thought I shouldn't interrupt. It sounded heavy.
First it looked like that Mikey was really gonna kick him, a move that caused Scott to startle and nearly spill the rest of the beer on the couch, because what the hell?? But Takemichi just stood there unflinchingly and now they're talking as if everything is fine or nothing bizarre just happened. Is. Is this how gang members greet each other? Some code??
Guess it truly makes sense why the other teen didn't hesitate to dump all those sour skittles in his mouth.
He watches them silently for a moment or two, mostly so that he can recover despite not being an active participant in that whole interaction.]
Um, no, it's cool, I think? [He glances towards Mikey as if checking to make sure that he's on the same page.] It's... been nice to getting to learn more about your gang.
[That last bit comes out sincerely at least, even if he's still a little frazzled.]
(oh, wow. last time he did this takemichi had 3 heart attacks. cool. interesting. really, really, really cool. he isn't going to say it though, because takemichi lets cool status to go over his head, but still. cool.
poor scott, though. he forgets how he isn't used to-- well, him. or them. or any of their bullshit, so he laughs a little, mostly because he seems to be recovering from it. good!)
I'm fine with it, too. It's not like Takemitchy was unaware of any of what I've said, anyway. Mitsuya told you all this himself, right? Did he know about your powers, Summers?
... Funnily enough, when I was telling Takemitchy about someone, Mitsuya was snooping himself. It's a bit of full cycle!
[Takemichi did not know anything about Scott's powers. He just thought the sunglasses were an embarrassing teenage fashion statement. Now that he knows the truth, he's extremely grateful that he didn't open his big, stupid mouth about it at the time.]
Glad I could carry on the tradition then. [He offers in lieu of an awkward apology.]
And, uh- [He fidgets with his fingers for a second, gathering his nerve before meeting Scott eye to superhero goggles.] If you ever need a spare ear to yell at, I don't mind. I'm used to it. And I kinda get the feeling. Just a little.
[Time travel is also something of a double-edged sword, so much so that he's kept the ability secret even from Mikey.]
[Well, he's glad everyone's cool with everything...? No one is going to get their head kicked off and that's always nice. Scott was not planning on witnessing a murder when he decided to visit Mikey today, thank you very much. Now that he feels that things are actually chill, he lets out a slow sigh, before answering Mikey's question.]
He didn't know about my powers, but it's cool, hard to really hide that sort of thing since I'm wearing these shades wherever I go.
[Plus, accepting his powers and all that. They're a part of him, he can't simply go back to life before that. At least it's hard to go back to a 'regular life' when he's in this world with everyone, so everything is already just weird as hell. But enough with that, he takes the last bottle and offers it up to Takemichi.]
Sure man, thanks. [Not that he super plans on really yelling at anyone anymore, but nice gesture.] Saved the last bottle for you.
... Who's yelling at you? Hina? Ah, I miss Hina. She's the most gangsta person I've ever met.
(not him right mikeydoesntknowshitabouthisownlife.mp3
too bad, or perhaps, too good that he's drunk, because that flies right over his head. no thoughts, everything spins, woah--. he's starting to feel a little weird, like his body is really about to punish him for daring all that alcohol. it can hold on, right? it's fine, this is fine.)
Ah, liar, you just don't-- hic-- want me to drink it. Hic-- water.
Obviously not Hina! [He barks like a mad dog while blushing like a kitten.] I'm talking about a buncha guys who get so caught up in stupid shouting matches that they break other people's stuff for no reason.
[Hinata only ever yelled at him once, when he broke up with her. Mikey... Well, he's never been so considerate. Which is why Takemichi eagerly accepts the last bottle from Scott, before Mikey can snatch it away. He's not going to down it right now, but don't worry, Scott. He'll definitely hide it from the drunk.]
(ooc: December sure did... exist. I'm sorry for dropping the ball. If you guys would rather move on than continue this thread, I understand.)
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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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Scott's barely able to question that in his mind before said teen opens the door, looking slightly rattled and embarrassed himself. Almost dumbly, he gives a small wave at him, although since his brain is still trying to catch up to everything, he doesn't have any real good greeting. Look, it's a lot to overcome Mikey shouting that he doesn't like pussy for everyone to hear.
At least Takemitchy seems to also be suffering from that.]
Welcome back? [WELCOME TO THIS HELL even if Scott's partly responsible by giving Mikey beer in the first place.]
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to be fair... mikey said he was horrible at drinking, and here we are.)
I know.
(and he's drunk, so he does pretend to go for it, his foot stopping an inch away from the other's temple, perfect kick form even when he is so drunk that walking straight would be challenging. ah, muscle memory, his bestest friend. at least takemitchy has been subjected to this before, and once his foot drops back to the floor, he ruffles the other's hair.)
Syke. Anyway, come in, it's better to participate than to just snoop, ain't it? I was just telling Summers how you're actually ToMan... Or a lot of other shit, which you've heard, I'm sure, huh?
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Funny enough, despite that display of fearlessness, he still doesn't have the reflexes to save himself from an unexpected hair ruffle. All the effort he's put into slicking his hair back is undone in a single instant, an anticlimactic end to what could have been a terrifying stunt.
He pouts, doing his best to fix his fluffed up hair as he plops down on the floor.]
I wasn't trying to snoop. Honest. I heard you guys talking about Mitsuya and just... I thought I shouldn't interrupt. It sounded heavy.
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First it looked like that Mikey was really gonna kick him, a move that caused Scott to startle and nearly spill the rest of the beer on the couch, because what the hell?? But Takemichi just stood there unflinchingly and now they're talking as if everything is fine or nothing bizarre just happened. Is. Is this how gang members greet each other? Some code??
Guess it truly makes sense why the other teen didn't hesitate to dump all those sour skittles in his mouth.
He watches them silently for a moment or two, mostly so that he can recover despite not being an active participant in that whole interaction.]
Um, no, it's cool, I think? [He glances towards Mikey as if checking to make sure that he's on the same page.] It's... been nice to getting to learn more about your gang.
[That last bit comes out sincerely at least, even if he's still a little frazzled.]
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poor scott, though. he forgets how he isn't used to-- well, him. or them. or any of their bullshit, so he laughs a little, mostly because he seems to be recovering from it. good!)
I'm fine with it, too. It's not like Takemitchy was unaware of any of what I've said, anyway. Mitsuya told you all this himself, right? Did he know about your powers, Summers?
... Funnily enough, when I was telling Takemitchy about someone, Mitsuya was snooping himself. It's a bit of full cycle!
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Glad I could carry on the tradition then. [He offers in lieu of an awkward apology.]
And, uh- [He fidgets with his fingers for a second, gathering his nerve before meeting Scott eye to superhero goggles.] If you ever need a spare ear to yell at, I don't mind. I'm used to it. And I kinda get the feeling. Just a little.
[Time travel is also something of a double-edged sword, so much so that he's kept the ability secret even from Mikey.]
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He didn't know about my powers, but it's cool, hard to really hide that sort of thing since I'm wearing these shades wherever I go.
[Plus, accepting his powers and all that. They're a part of him, he can't simply go back to life before that. At least it's hard to go back to a 'regular life' when he's in this world with everyone, so everything is already just weird as hell. But enough with that, he takes the last bottle and offers it up to Takemichi.]
Sure man, thanks. [Not that he super plans on really yelling at anyone anymore, but nice gesture.] Saved the last bottle for you.
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(not him right mikeydoesntknowshitabouthisownlife.mp3
too bad, or perhaps, too good that he's drunk, because that flies right over his head. no thoughts, everything spins, woah--. he's starting to feel a little weird, like his body is really about to punish him for daring all that alcohol. it can hold on, right? it's fine, this is fine.)
Ah, liar, you just don't-- hic-- want me to drink it. Hic-- water.
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[Hinata only ever yelled at him once, when he broke up with her. Mikey... Well, he's never been so considerate. Which is why Takemichi eagerly accepts the last bottle from Scott, before Mikey can snatch it away. He's not going to down it right now, but don't worry, Scott. He'll definitely hide it from the drunk.]
(ooc: December sure did... exist. I'm sorry for dropping the ball. If you guys would rather move on than continue this thread, I understand.)