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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.

(is he? perhaps he should. his hand falls on the other's wrist in a gentle hold, as the other reaches to take off the shades. no hesitance, no nervousness, just simple motion.)

There. Now I can look at you. Very nice view.

[A light gasp breaks from Scott's lips, unbidden and unrestrained, as the slightly unfamiliar feeling of that constant pressure in his head suddenly dissipates and leaving him vulnerable. His first instinct is to pull away, because association with having himself be depowered had never been a good one, but Dazai is already pulling off his shades and--]

...You have brown eyes.

[Maybe he should try harder to take his shades back, but he can't stop his eyes from blinking a few times, just taking in the other man's admittedly handsome features in full color. And of course his eyes are the first thing he noticed. Sure, Dazai depowered him before, but he still kept his glasses on, not willing to remove them in a place he just arrived.

Of course, Scott wouldn't say he's completely relaxed still being in this casino, but. There's something really nice, just seeing everything as it should be, the mutant taking a quick look around the room.]

(now, he will be presented with a choice. carefully, the shades are set between them, and dazai's spare hand reaches for scott to take it. if he does, the wrist will be let go of, and dazai's fingers will wiggle as he gives his large smile at the very cute announcement.)

Yes! And light-ish brown hair, too!

(with how the other is looking around like he had never seen color before, he gets the feeling of what's going on. it's cute.)

[Either take his glasses back or the offered hand, huh? The smart thing to do would be the first option, otherwise he'd basically be relying entirely on Dazai to keep his powers under control, a certain trust that he'd really only give to his fellow X-Men. One slipup, one mistake, and he'd not only possibly hurt the other man, but destroy this place and injure a ton of people here, something that he definitely doesn't want to do.

...Despite himself, he reaches over to take his hand, fingers sliding around the other's in a small grip, like making sure that Dazai won't let go.]

Mm, yeah, light brown hair too.

[Scott acknowledges with a small smile and while he isn't shy, there's definitely something softened in his features, blue eyes looking over Dazai's appearance and feeling something squeeze in his chest. He always hoped that he could've seen Jean like this--]

Is it relieving? I am supposing your ability is aggressive in nature. You can hold my hand for now.

(but just to make it clearer that dazai won't just go away, he comes a little closer, so that their knees are touching, too, moving the shades to scott's side. in case an accident happens, that's a precaution, and it must bring a little more assurance to the man, right?

his other hand moves to support his chin, elbow pressed against the other's leg as he looks perhaps a little too close for comfort.)

How long has it been since someone's seen your face?

Very aggressive, destructive. Don't stop touching me--

[Scott pauses there, an embarrassed noise centering from his chest and leaving him, knowing how that sounded. Look, it's the truth, Dazai shouldn't stop holding his hand and stuff, or else his optic blasts will just fire out and cause a few seconds of damage before he gets the chance to close them. At least it's clear that he probably doesn't have to worry about that, with the way the other man comes closer, their knees touching; Scott's unable to stop the slight shiver from having him near.

Despite those lingering guilty feelings, it really is nice to be close with another. It helps that Dazai is taking his powers seriously as well, a feeling of gratitude coming up when his shades are returned to him. Scott doesn't put them back on, but it's nice to have them close by.

Although, suddenly, Dazai is really close to him, throat visibly swallowing as he keeps his eyes focused on his. Why does it feel like he's getting sucked into... whatever this is? It's probably dangerous that he already feels safe around him, when he shouldn't have those feelings at all. He's someone that can stop his powers with one touch; he should be feeling the opposite.

But he's one of the only people he knows of in this world, at least so far, that's even remotely like him. Shouldn't they trust each other?]

Years, probably? Not without having a power surpressing collar around my neck anyway. [Clearly not something he enjoyed either.]

(aw, he's shy. he knows what scott meant from the moment he said it, and he has no intentions of letting go. it's an exercise of trust in someone who probably shouldn't be trusted - dazai is a difficult person, one whose way of dealing with things are complex, and never straight-forward. if scott pays attention to the expression he makes, really looks, he will notice there isn't an easy emotion to pinpoint. he smiles, but is he happy? he sounds so, but that smile seems-- too perfect.)

Sounds uncomfortable.

[He does notice, how that smile doesn't really seem to speak of anything particular, and it's a reminder that despite how nice it is to see things in color again and how nice it is feeling the warmth from his hand, they still really don't know each other. Maybe he should try and change that though, although not even Scott believes that Dazai is just going to spill his life story to him after one meeting. Possibly never. It's not like he needs to know everything about him, just enough where he can actually trust him.

At least he probably doesn't want to hurt him, so that's nice. Got that going for him--]

Yeah, wouldn't recommend. [Dryly, and with a small smile--] Didn't even ask me for a safeword.

(oh, so the square can joke! unexpected enough that it makes dazai choke a little before the laughter splurts out of him. not knowing what to expect is something alluring - at home, things are obvious, too painfully so. makes his life dull, but here, new place, new rules, new perspectives, and until his brain catches up, it's the beginning of a puzzle. that includes the people.

it makes him 0.1% happier than before.)

I'm daring like that! Besides, I trust my partner to show me what they want and like! Speaking of, are you really going to sleep with me that easily? You were so nervous last time we shared a bed!

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