"But I’m not 21." He asked with a confused expression when Logan suggested alcohol. He wouldn’t dare think of underage drinking and he didn’t even see himself as a big drinker when he would turn 21. Scott thought for a moment with a pensive look on his face. "I always just thought the whole ‘smelling fear’ thing was an expression. I guess I never thought there would be any basis to it." He admitted.
"Well I um…I’d say no to there being any reason for me to skip at least. Even right now I’m not sure I have a good excuse. I’m getting ready for a mission tomorrow but the guilt’s kinda eating away at me that I should be at school and I’m not.” He explained. “I guess I just don’t know how you do it.”
Logan almost laughed. He really shouldn’t be that mean, even from him, but was this kid serious? “I realized that you’re not twenty one. Being underage isn’t an excuse in an area where alcohol is pretty easy to access.” Logan pointed out.
He found himself smirking despite the annoying nervousness still writhing through the air. “The alcohol would help with the guilt too, trust me. Those little whispers in your ear? They vanish and suddenly everything you do is perfect. There is no wrong answer.” He ran a hand through his hair, half tempted to offer this kid a hand, and a drink, to help him relax.
Erik openly sighed then, thankful that the guy didn’t do idle chit-chat. Still his guard wasn’t going to drop until this guy went the hell away from him. For a moment Erik’s eyes flashed over to the main building and he shifted uneasily. He was running late as is to where he needed to be and he hoped that this would raise some red flags so that they could settle this situation. Whose bright idea was it to place two people in this school with some kind of metal attached to them with a guy who controlled and manipulated it? Were they forcing Erik to slip up and hurt someone? Or was it him that they wanted hurt?
Negative or positive it didn’t matter the thoughts, Erik just wanted this to be over and him to leave. So with that Erik took a small side step heading counter clockwise around the kid. One step at a time, but still Erik kept his eyes on the kid. His injured leg posed the biggest threat here with the fact that it could trip on anything and leave him open to becoming minced meat. “Great then… another time.” ‘Hopefully never.’ Erik thought as he kept with the small steps to get around his opponent.
"If you can sense metal, you should be able to avoid me and make sure there isn’t next time then, yeah?" Logan growled, watching as Erik moved past and making sure it was safe before heading off himself. This could’ve ended better, but then again, knowing him, it couldn’t been a lot worse.
1st person owns my muse handcuffed for 3 days
2nd person has my muse as their prisoner for 24 hours
3rd person gets kiss from my muse
4th person gets hug from my muse
5th person has my muse as their pet for week
6th person gets bitten by my muse
7th person gets letter from my muse (love letter, goodbye letter, hate letter, whatever comes to my mind)
8th person will get a dinner with my muse
9th person can choose any of the above
1st and 3rd are screwed. The 2nd may get a lot of back talk. 6 and I may have some fun.
Erik couldn’t help himself but to wince when the claws started to sink in back into the guy’s skin. He wondered if that hurt at all. A sigh blowing out of his nose Erik relaxed a little. It wouldn’t do now to become completely defenseless. If anyone asked Erik would tell them that his power still seeped out of his hand, the tendrils of it licking at the claw guy waiting for further command.
At the guy’s statement Erik stared at him a moment, thinking of something careful to say. “At this point I think we are all pretending… but thanks.” He would want to let a mercy go to waste, even if he didn’t mean it. Now it was awkward with the silence. The kid was blocking Erik’s path, but he wasn’t going to move first! So then time to stall or draw him away with friendship? Both sounded exhausting. “Well I’m Erik Lehnsherr….” He started but faded out at the end, letting it hang in the air between them.
"And I appreciate the thought, but I’m not interested in sharing the information." He didn’t know how much of him was metal. He didn’t know for sure what this boy - Erik - would be able to do to him, given the chance. He held his ground, eyes watching carefully.
The skin between his knuckles ached, his claws pushing back. He’d hated sheathing them in front of a potential threat. They were his best weapon.. Hell, one of his only ones. Then again, there was always a chance Logan could lunge, maybe damage Erik before the boy could use his powers. Possibly even distract him enough to win. If it came to it of course.
Irises: Do you have words worth spreading? Wise words?
You could say that. Will I share them? Not anytime soon.
Roses: Who is your love interest?
At the moment? Issa.
Sun flower: What brings you happiness?
Sleeping through the night.
Statice: What do you like to remember?
What I can.
"Fair enough. You probably have your reasons for being paranoid." Natasha let the topic go. She wasn’t going to dig deep on their first meeting although it didn’t seem like he had anything against answering questions. Logan had taken her hand to inspect the disappearing cut, it made her uneasy to know he was seeing the skin heal four times faster than a normal person. It made her feel like he was on to her.
"No, not that I’m aware of. I would think someone would have told me by now if I was." Natasha felt confused as to why Logan had asked her that question. The bleeding had stopped and the little cut had closed, but there was nothing mutant-like with that, was there? She was just fortunate… Right? How would she explain to him that she possessed no greater power than a unenhanced human?
"Glad you think so. I don’t need another one thinking I’m a damsel in distress every time there is an enemy attack." Natasha said while looking in a different direction, wanting to be sure they weren’t surprised by Agents.
"How often are there attacks around here?" Logan asked. At least then there would be a chance that he’d could sate some of the bloodlust. If he was right anyway. Maybe not. He released her hand, at least slightly content that she wouldn’t out and out attack him. Not right now anyway.
"Anyway, don’t mind the question. It’s problem none of my business if you are, I was just being nosy. It seems to be a habit I can’t quite stop. Especially considering that I’m not even close to wiling to return answers when it comes to questions." He shrugged, bringing up a hand to scratch the side of his jaw.
"In the long run, it would probably be easier to have you on my side. You’re small enough that I think you might be able to rival me." He smirked at the thought.