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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!

[He can't stop the small, but obvious self-satisfied grin taking root as Dazai laughs. It's a nice sound, something that feels genuine unlike some of those smiles he's been given earlier. Still a long way until any sort of actual trust, but it feels like a start. Scott resists the urge to run his fingers across the other man's knuckles, choosing to just sit and enjoy his vision for as long as possible.

Does his powers even have a limit? He didn't say.]

That's part of the game, right? [So, yes, he'll do it. At least it's with someone that's like him-- someone that can neutralize his powers. Maybe extra worrying in bed, but basic trust not to be murdered. Besides... what would it be like to have sex without seeing everything in red? It's... a tempting idea, honestly, one that makes Scott swallow deeply.]

I was nervous because I don't usually wake up nearly naked in bed with another man. Not exactly another Tuesday for me at least.

(nor will he. it's a matter of life or death, knowing the ins and outs of his ability. the least people know about it, the better. let them speculate, it is fun to hear the theories.

now, now, is the part of the 'another man', the 'wake up naked' or the unsaid 'somewhere unexpected' that boggled his brain?)

Then shall we? I'll take you to party first.

[Can it be all three at once??

There's surprise bright in Scott's eyes, vulnerable and open. He didn't realize that Dazai wanted to have sex right now, thinking that he would want to wait for a bit. Maybe talk for a bit longer? He can't stop the way his throat visibly swallows, eyes searching the other's as if trying to get a better gauge from him. Honestly, he's hard to read, a man that obviously keeps things close to his chest.

He can probably say no still, but... there's probably more benefits saying yes this time. If he says 'no,' he can probably save some remnants of his self-respect, but that was probably destroyed long ago anyway.]

Did... you already have a place in mind?

(well, he kind of is. it's a whole thing, to watch scott interact with him, and watch him interact in a place that is clearly completely out of his element. he does intend to keep their hangout going for a little longer, after all.)

Ah, we are actually going partying. We'll fuck afterwards. Do you like women?

[Scott's feeling like he's getting mood whiplash talking to Dazai. He's not sure if he really wants to party, but then he brings up fucking-- and then asking about women?? He doesn't know where to really begin or how to answer, but the mutant slowly nods anyway, suddenly wishing that he had his shades to hide how expressive he can really be.]

Yes? I like women. [He swallows, managing to stop himself from talking about a specific woman that's now a cosmic force in space. But yeah, he likes women.] Does that have to do with anything right now?

Yes! We're going to see women dancing! Did you know they have a pole dance place?!

(the shades should be back on the other's face since they are going out, so carefully not to poke his eyes, he places them. once he's sure they're secure, he's up, offering his hands so the other can stand as well.)

[There's some disappointment about his sunglasses being slipped back on, his vision returning back to the red that he's so familiar with now. It was a nice reprieve, but that's all it can ever be. His world is this, ruby quartz shading his eyes because he can't control his powers. It's been a long time since Scott's had these kind of thoughts and he nearly frowns at himself for it. Summers, you're not a teenager anymore, don't sulk, especially not in front of others.

So, he grabs the offered hand and pulls himself up. Although, his grip in Dazai's doesn't last long, as he releases his hold before nodding at him. No point in having his powers depleted if he can't enjoy the benefits of it.]

I'm aware. [More like, he'd be extremely surprised if they don't have pole dancers here.] I... if you want to see them, I'll go with you.

[Scott sure sounds excited.]

(it's fine if he sulks. there's something about abilities that changes a person, where does an ability end and a person begins, and vice-versa? no one really asked for these, and yet, they're so intrinsically connected to their sense of self that to have it gone can be heaven or hell, depending on who's asked.

he feels the void regardless of his ability - it does discourage him that it can feel as he feels.)

Then we shall! Ah, I love women so much?

[Scott's not quite sure where this is headed. Maybe he's looking too much into it and Dazai just wants to see some pole dancers for a bit. He's truly a difficult man to fully read, something that he usually doesn't have problems with, but he's able to blend motives with a smile. Well, at least there's no harm in watching a pole dance. Never really something he's done before, but... he's not going to make a fuss about it. Be a little ridiculous in a place like this.]

If you prefer to sleep with women, that's fine. [That's generally his preference too?? He's pretty sure at least.]

We don't need to do anything together, Dazai. I'm fine with just accompanying you to watch.

I like to sleep with both. Hugging and loving on, though, women.

("i'm not into hugging men", he has said, however, definitely into sucking dick. mostly, he is much into fucking and ghosting whoever, but lately, that proves difficult with the state of this place. he can be found, as big as this place is.)

Let's definitely fuck, though!

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