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[Is... he being honest? Scott guesses so, he doesn't know him well enough to say otherwise.]

Assuming that you're sincere, I'm glad. [...] I realize now that you may not exactly be like me, but... I still wanted to check on you.

[Wow, that came off way more weird than he wanted. Too late.]

Like you? White? Bad taste in shades? In a very nice suite? American, I assume?

[Hilarious.]

Having powers. I remember that you were able to... negate mine with just a single touch. I haven't experienced or seen something like that before.

Oh! Yes. That is my ability, the name is 'No Longer Human'.

Do you hate it?

[Interesting that the ability that takes away someone's powers is called that. One would think that it would make them more human. Scott can imagine that sort of argument taking place back home at least.

Course, it may as well be Dazai's own personal name for his powers. And that's how he views others when he takes something like that from them. Still interesting.]

No, I don't hate it. [...] It's just a part of you, like how my optic blasts are a part of me. I'm assuming it's something you can't control?

And you'd assume that why?

(just for funsies. he's not incorrect, but dazai's cagey and it entertains him.)

You were asleep and your powers still worked on me.

[Or at least half-asleep, Scott's pretty sure. He figures that he doesn't have to go into full details on how they woke up together.]

Who said I was asleep?! So many assumptions...

[Slow. Deep breath. You can handle this, Summers.]

Kind of felt like you were asleep. [...] It's fine if you can't control your powers. It's not... uncommon.

I'd say nothing without a laywer, fufufufu!

That is your case, isn't it?

[A small beat. Before Scott answers, almost softly.]

Yeah, I can't control my powers.

[Maybe not the easiest thing to admit still, but it's the truth, and one Scott's accepted for years now. Besides, perhaps Dazai will be a little more willing to talk about this, if he admits his own fallacies with his powers. Mutants who can't control their powers tend to react better to him compared to Ororo or Peter.]

Sounds unpleasant if you have to wear that thing at all times. I'm sorry, though, revealing things about my own ability is a life and death thing! I'll keep quiet about the specifics until I die!

I'm used to it.

[Scott's a little disappointed that Dazai's unwilling to talk more about his 'gift,' but he decides to not push it much more. Some people really are cagey about this sort of thing and he gets it, really. At least he knows a couple of things, the name of his ability and that it's most likely uncontrollable and activated through touch. It's a pretty strong start.]

I'd still like to talk with you more. We don't have to discuss our powers.

Woah! That's the fastest anyone has ever crushed on me before!?

Hehehe, I'm joking! I'm at the Smoked Egg, if you'd like to see me!

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[This guy. Scott allows himself to pinch his nose, because he can already tell Dazai's going to be... interesting to deal with. It's fine, he can handle it. He's the leader of the X-Men and everything.

Look at the positives, Dazai offered a olive branch by telling him where he's at right now. It's an invitation and he's going to take it. Besides, building connections and all that.]

Smoked Egg, understood. I'll see you there.

[In approximately 30 minutes or so, Scott will be there in a blue shirt and jeans, hopefully Dazai hasn't stood him up!! Because THAT WOULD BE RUDE WOW.]

(it's the best place for someone snoopy like him. drugs are free for all, tongues loosened up, and he hears, and hears, and hears. his tolerance is good enough that he can indulge and pay attention, after all. so, once scott arrives, dazai waves. he hasn't been wearing much of his usual fashion, just a black shirt that makes him look even more twink-ish, and a pair of black pants along with moccasins. the bandages are still there, as they always have.)

Hello, my smitten friend! How can I be of assistance?!

[Scott's made it a point to visit every location that he can find, gauge the atmosphere, see what each place has to offer. So, walking into the Smoked Egg isn't something unfamiliar to him, although, he wouldn't say it's a common place for him either. Not really quite his taste, but he can see why people would come here, other than the drugs and sex. Information.

Maybe he should be worried that Dazai's made him come here for their first 'reunion.' Is it some place he enjoys frequenting or specifically to get Scott here? However, he keeps a calm demeanor, smoothly sitting across from him, while slightly noting that the bandages are still on the other's person.]

I just wanted to meet, that's all. [He's going to ignore the whole 'smitten' thing because bringing attention to it is probably not worth it. He's being teased, he knows this.] You're one of the other 'ability users' that I know of in this place.

Does that make you feel more at home?

(he doesn't feel like he has a whole lot in common with this guy aside from the fact, after all. perhaps he's surrounded by others like him at home, it is only human to want what's familiar and comfortable, especially when there is none around you.)

[Does it? Maybe if Dazai's been born with this power, unlike gaining it through magical means or something similar. He's still unsure about that, but first, answering his question... slightly? There's a sense of duty at least. It's probably not fully rational and he's sure that Dazai doesn't want to hear Scott explain all his reasoning, so he simply nods.

Sure, he'll go with this.]

Yeah, nice to see others like me. [Although, he didn't react to the word mutant before--] Even if our powers are widely different.

[That's nothing new though. Not many mutants back home are even like him.] I take it that this doesn't matter to you as much? Finding others like yourself.

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Not really. It is inevitable for me to learn who is, and even so -- abilities are soooooo... Unique and particular, that I don't think any of us is like the other! No such a thing as a super person, nor an ordinary one.

(because people are one's greatest resource. one's best bet, one's hope and despair. a fight to win, a fight to lose, nothing is possible without people around, each with their strengths.)

[Not a mindset that's unfamiliar to him, at least the part where none of them are alike in the end. Usually from mutants that are loners in some way. It's hard to really categorize Dazai in any particular place just yet, but Scott thinks he might be getting some small sense in what he's like.

The fact that he can nullify abilities with a single touch though... probably why he thinks that there's really no difference between a person with powers and a person without them. Scott doesn't really agree, but he's not here to argue about philosophies right now.]

I understand it doesn't matter to you as much, but... [Is it strange to already offer his assistance to a man that he doesn't know? That probably doesn't need it? Maybe.] If you need assistance, I'm here to offer my help.

[...]

To an extent, of course.

Ah, your assistance? In what, exactly? Are you offering to be a card in my deck?

(this man feels much like a goody-two-shoes. everything can be used, always, advantages can be found in all cracks, benefits can look grim until they bloom into wonderful, wonderful opportunities. he's categorized as a 'to see' in dazai's little internal book of people.

test number one is the joint that sits on his ashtray. let's see what he does when dazai offers it.)

...Sure. [...] Or if you're in a tough spot.

[Honestly, that is really the only thing that comes to mind right now, because he's not entirely sure what other help he can offer to him. Maybe his abilities? Possibly, but he's putting that as a last option. He just felt the need to offer something, or at least let him know that he's available if something turns awry. Ironic that the first person that has abilities that's almost like his and he really doesn't need Scott's help or cares about this stuff in the first place.

He almost doesn't know what to do about it.

Still, he notices the offering and Scott politely shakes his head.]

No, thank you. I don't really smoke.

I'll keep that in mind.

(resources and people are synonyms, aren't they? why exactly this guy is offering is beyond him, but he doesn't sense a mean bone in his body.

the eyebrow lift he gives him, though, a single one in judging.)

I don't usually fuck for chips, and yet, here we are. Have one.

Trying to get me to relax?

[He still doesn't take the offer, even with the look that he's receiving from Dazai. Maybe in an effort to facilitate trust or something, he should take the offer, but Scott doesn't relent. Not yet.] I'm fine, really.

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