Jun 20, 2016
@cherrubim || closed.
When Scott runs into the winged mutant that had fought so vehemently against them to save the world, his first inclination is to attack - so much so that his fingers are on the arms of his glasses before his thoughts catch up to his deeds. He manages to stay the impulse, and instead just watches. Waits.
The man doesn’t make a move toward Scott, though - Scott’s not even sure he’s noticed him. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he approaches quietly, wariness written in the lines of his muscles, though he makes no sudden movements. “You’re alive,” he remarks casually, brows drawn into a perturbed ‘V’. “Are you still out to level civilization? Or can we have a coffee, first?”
