[Any relief that the jackass is still alive talking is entirely overrun by his anger, accentuated by how he swipes his glasses from him without saying a single word in return. What, is he going to thank him after he's the one that took his shades in the first place? Fuck off. He slips them back on his face and after an obvious moment of hesitation, like he's making sure that it's actually his glasses on him, opens his eyes to the familiar red that's pretty much his world now.]
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
[Well, except that he definitely is Scott Summers, but everything else the other mutant's said is complete nonsense. If maybe Quentin didn't introduce himself by taking away his glasses, he would be far more interested in all the crap he just said, but no!! At least give him a few seconds for him to be less pissy and then he'll be interested.
But right now, Scott looks at him with a rather disgruntled expression, not even trying to hide how he's feeling.]
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alivetalking is entirely overrun by his anger, accentuated by how he swipes his glasses from him without saying a single word in return. What, is he going to thank him after he's the one that took his shades in the first place? Fuck off. He slips them back on his face and after an obvious moment of hesitation, like he's making sure that it's actually his glasses on him, opens his eyes to the familiar red that's pretty much his world now.]I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
[Well, except that he definitely is Scott Summers, but everything else the other mutant's said is complete nonsense. If maybe Quentin didn't introduce himself by taking away his glasses, he would be far more interested in all the crap he just said, but no!! At least give him a few seconds for him to be less pissy and then he'll be interested.
But right now, Scott looks at him with a rather disgruntled expression, not even trying to hide how he's feeling.]
And what the fuck is your problem?!