#summerofscott

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Everything was very different in this place, there were so many people with gifts, years ago he’d have been sure this was a place of gods but no. They were mutants, evolved humans. But, they could all do amazing things. He hoped coming here meant he’d be able to do some good but, he and his brother came with complications, ones he wanted to ensure they were able to deal with before they grew too close. 

“Mr Summers.” Araw said softly, approaching the other and inclining his head before extending his head, “It is good to see you again. Though I am sad for the trials of your people. My brother and I wish to help, as you’re aware but, He and I must endure a monthly trial and I do not wish it to endanger or disrupt your space; might I talk with you about it?”

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Brushing out her wet hair, legs kicked up across Scott’s lap absently, Emma heaved a long exhale. “What are we going to do about what’s going on?” She thought the sentence over. “Let me try that again, my brain is mush,” her tone was annoyed but it was an almost-compliment. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do about the legislation? I talked to Logan who seems to think this has nothing to do with us. Not us,” She gestures between them. “But mutants, I suppose, in general.”

She hisses a sharp exhale as she grabs her hair at the middle to work out a cluster of knots toward the bottom, easily distracted from talking about the fate of mutantkind. But if anyone would know she was serious about keeping them and their kind from a doomed fate, it was Scott. Likewise, she could appreciate his need to do something when it came to matters like this. He was an action-plan kind of guy. “I wish I could say it’ll blow over, but that has been my attitude thus far and it’s only getting worse.” | @summerofscott

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Text: Scott

EF: What are you doing?

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Emma was already inside the apartment. She had boxes delivered and was just sort of standing, hands on her hips, looking around at the apartment. She had considered hiring someone to do it -- just be done with it but it felt wrong.

“I’m furious with him,” Emma exhaled when she heard footsteps. The apartment door was open, she could assume it was Scott.

“He was dating Josh Foley, he was doing good. I don’t fucking get it and I’m furious,” And hurt. The subtext was definitely that she was hurt. He had just left without saying anything and after everything -- it stung. Even after all the people who had done the same it still made her stomach churn. She wanted to know where he was, if he was okay especially with the way the city was. Where the fuck could he have gone?

“He’s such an asshole,” Emma said, her jaw tense as she looked around, unsure where to start.

| @summerofscott

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Text: Asshole supreme

EF: What are you doing here?

EF: And, more importantly, how soon before you'll be leaving?

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"God damnit,” Emma cursed as she grabbed her keys. “Scott! Now!” Not having the quinjet was beyond inconvenient for moments like this. “The jail is the bigger threat to public safety. The news said they were armed,” She said tossing him her keys so she could slide into the passenger seat. Hands at her temples she closed her eyes to get a better picture. “They’re just pouring out of there, being given guns. they’re a distraction.” She said quietly.

| @summerofscott

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And I hope I never see the day That you move on and be happy without me What’s my hand without your heart to hold? I don’t know what I'm living for If I’m living without you All my friends, they know and it's true I don't know who I am without you I've got it bad, baby I got it bad Oh, tell me you love me I need someone on days like this, I do | @summerofscott

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Text: Asshole Supreme

EF: I need your help.