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[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!

[...So, rough with men and soft with women. Got it. See, he's catching onto this stuff a bit better. Being with Jean his entire life, it's not like he really thought about sex or anything like this outside of their relationship, because it never mattered or even occurred to him. They just had each other. Now... now it's entirely different. She's not here-- and she won't be.

Okay, maybe it is time to watch a gorgeous lady twirl around a pole. Better than dwelling back to his more depressing thoughts.]

...Just want to watch some women first to get yourself in the mood? [He asks, a little wryly. Scott's not really offended though.]

Not necessarily! Are there better things to look at in full colors?!

(it's not for his benefit, neither is it to grace scott's eyes with the beauty of the female form. it's much more about helping him loosen up, to find comfort, so he trusts dazai even more. he can tell the other is a little stiff still, so what's a better way to let that dissolve if not by women and alcohol?

they can even sleep together the next day. this is a bond-making exercise.

he's playing him.)

Most things are better to look at in full color. [His voice continues to carry that slight dryness, at least comfortable enough with his powers that he can poke at them to some degree. It's been a decade now, he's used to certain facts about his life. Of course he still appreciates the small reprieve that Dazai gave him, but he hasn't gotten this far by constantly being angry or defensive.]

Unless you're telling me that you like being seen in different shades of red.

[He remarks as he continues to follow Dazai to where the pole dancers are. To Scott's credit, he doesn't look embarrassed or bothered by this.] You plan on holding my hand the entire time as we watch them?

[One thing is apparent, Dazai is succeeding to some degree in getting Scott to loosen up a little.]

Doesn't matter what I prefer! Everyone sees everything very differently, you know!

(finally, they arrive, and immediately, dazai's hand reaches for scott's. it's a much better view, as previously established, even if the club is full in red. perhaps a different tone could be similarly exciting? a trip of the visual senses?)

[Seeing things differently, huh. Scott wonders if that's just literally or metamorphically in this sense. Maybe both. Not like he disagrees with that sentiment anyway; everyone truly looks at different aspects of life in their own way.

Despite himself, his hand curls into Dazai's, taking that leap to trust him once more. With their grip solidified, Scott slowly slides his sunglasses to the top of his head before taking everything in with that new bright splash of color. It's still overwhelming, and there's some sad irony that the first time he sees a mostly naked woman in full color is one that's dancing on a pole right now.

Why couldn't it have been Jean--]

...They are very beautiful. [Wow, Summers.] I'm sure they would be glad to know that I'm not seeing their faces in some hue of red.

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