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[Scott's been feeling all kinds of ways since returning to Aldrip. A little off his feet? Not upset exactly, not when he remembers everyone important to him, but it's still a lot. Kind of weird that he's actually older here than back home, and that's not mentioning suddenly getting almost two years of memories shoved inside his head that he completely forgot about until now. But he's trying. A part of him wants to just lie on the bed with Kotone and just take more time to himself, but he figures that he should say something to his friends.

Maybe focusing on them will help. Better than thinking about Alex or how Apocalypse sort of ruined everything back home.

He breathes in, fiddling with his tablet. Something in him wants to change his username from 'shades' to 'cyclops,' but maybe not right now.]

hey, i'm back now. sorry if i worried anyone. a lot happened, like, back home. yeah i went home and came back. i'm okay though.

[None of that sounded super awkward, right.]

if you wanna meet up, i'll be at the diner. you're paying though.

[ooc: Scott's back from his canon update and just Dealing with Stuff. Totally open to threading Scott meeting others in person! Also, he'll be back in regular clothes for the time being, but he will be wearing his visor for now.]

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[He honestly loves her frizzly, uneven hair. If he wanted to be metaphorical about it, something about being one of the few people in this world that sees Kotone with her defenses down-- past her bright smile that she gives everyone. But that feels kind of cheesy, even to him, because he also just likes to see her with her hair down! She's extra extra cute okay. He brushes his hand through her those strands, feeling them between his fingers, before he joins her in her laughter.]

I didn't realize how uncomfortable it was until you pointed it out. [He hums a little, keeping that piece of information. Probably not important for anyone else other than Kotone, but guess that's just motivation for him to just tug it off whenever he's done with a mission here. Or some other crisis going on. Which, ugh, will probably happen, but he just wants to relax his muscles and bury his face against her warmth as she continues to explore his body. Thoughts for later, not now, thanks.

She won't find any new scars or anything, nothing that really differentiates him from the teen from before. Scott just takes in the way their chests move up and down together, always finding comfort in the proof that they're both here and alive.]

Mmm, I got a new airplane. Too bad I can't show you though. It didn't exactly come with me. [He mumbles quietly, while one hand starts sneaking underneath her shirt to start exploring skin. Nothing hurried or overly heated, as he just wants to feel her, match all those memories that were slammed into him.

...And there sure are a lot of memories. It makes his cheeks turn bright red.]

As long as it protects you, that's the most important thing!

[And that, she definitely means, beyond a shadow of a doubt. It could be the ugliest or the silliest-looking armor in the world, but if it kept him safe...? That's all that really matters in the end. Now that he's a "real" X-Man, his life must be pretty dangerous, huh? But it doesn't feel like it's physically marked him just yet, at least, no obvious scars that she can feel.

She exhales a pleased little sigh when his hand slips beneath her shirt, shifting just enough to give him the easiest access without actually moving too far away from him. In the week he's been gone, there really aren't any changes for her, either, but she's more than content to let him take his time and remember again. It's been months, right? And while she has so many questions about what he's gone through, again, she doesn't want to push him too far. He'll tell her when he's ready.]

Airplane, huh? I bet it's faster than your motorcycle. [She drags a hand up his shoulder and cups his cheek, tilting her head with a grin at the sight of that flush.] What're you thinking about?

It does a pretty good job about that.

[He'll hand it to Professor McCoy again for inventing stuff that's really useful. His sunglasses, his visor, the uniforms... Hank really is a fucking genius.

But putting aside thoughts of the big furry blue mutant, Scott lets himself just quietly explore the body that he's so familiar and intimate with. Months for him, technically, even if those memories are now fresh in his mind. A week for her. He's 100% interested in uh, doing that again soon, but right now, he really is entranced with just tracing her skin and feeling those scars she's told him about. Letting his fingers rest there for a moment as he smiles at her.

Scott lets out a small affirmation of the airplane even being faster than his bike, before the heat from his blush starts sinking into her hand and--]

Um. You. Obviously.

[SMOOTH. What are the chances Kotone doesn't know what he's thinking about??]

[She laughs aloud, a little pleased that he's still so easy to fluster after all this time. It's cute, and she shifts her hand from his cheek to his hair, combing it free from its styled gel with obvious affection.]

Oh, good! [she teases, eyes sparkling because she knows exactly what he's thinking with a blush like that. It sooths a fear she hadn't even realized was lurking there; that maybe after his time away, he'd be less attracted to her somehow, or less interested. Looks like there's nothing to worry about on that front! So even if she's trying to tease, her voice still has an undercurrent of relief beneath it as she adds a little more softly,] I'm glad.

[She even leans up, seeking his lips for a kiss as if to prove it.]

[His hair uncoils as she runs a hand through it, strands falling to his face and maybe making him look just a little younger as he continues to smile at her. At least more messy! His hair no longer carefully combed but just ruffled thanks to her, but he'd have it no other way. It's just the two of them (and Phoenix) right now, their little moment in time away from everyone else.

He wants to commit this to memory. Also having this as his first full memory upon returning here? He wants nothing else.]

There's no one else who I'd rather be with, Koto. [He murmurs, some of the heat from his face fading as he smiles down at her, returns her kiss with ease. It really is like no time has passed, even though it's been a couple of months for him.]

That hasn't changed. [He brushes some of her hair away from her face, while gently rubbing his thumb against the skin of her hip.] It won't change.

[He wants to say it, despite the circumstances surrounding them. Maybe because it really has been the first time since they were separated from each other. Scott just wants to believe it as much as he can. For as long as possible.]

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