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[theredglasses]

Characters: Scott Summers and YOU!
Location: Near the apartments.
Planet: Coruscant
When: Monday evening
What: He's got his glasses, so it's time to take a look around. Being a Star Wars fan, of course he's going to love it. But also this is just to gather thoughts.
Rating: Depends on who tags, I suppose.

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[excessivehubris]

Charles was wrangling with his supplier for his daily weekly brandy fix. This mostly consisted of Charles hunkered down on his heels, fingers to his temple as he 'discussed' price with the single eyed worm like creature that waved its multiple legs at him. Behind the single eyed worm creature, stood a wall of a humanoid looking creature, who currently held the box of brandy protectively under one meaty arm.

Eventually some sort of compromise was reached and Charles put down one knee, digging into his pocket for the appropriate credits, which he counted out and then reached to give to the alien. For a moment, alien and mutant regarded each other and it truly was amazing how a one eyed creature could manage to convey I don't have pockets, moron"Fair point," Charles said, gracefully gaining his feet and holding the credits out to the humanoid

[theredglasses]

Scott tore his gaze away from the curious-looking booth of objects when a voice cut through the crown, calling his name. It was familiar enough to put him at ease, yet drastically different from the older tone he knew so well.

He swallowed down the initial shock at the sight of Charles Xavier, young, walking, and sporting a full head of hair. Even with all of that, he was still the same man Scott held a great amount of respect and gratitude toward.

Scott nodded in return, his gaze flicking down momentarily at the box tucked under the other man's arm.

“Hello, Charles.”

[excessivehubris]

At least he was still shorter? Yeah okay its not much but sometimes we have to take the little things.

Smiling broadly as he moved through the crowd to the other man's side, Charles settled the box against his hip.

"Out doing a bit of sight seeing then?"

[theredglasses]

He nodded. "It's all something else, especially comparing it to the films--" Scott broke off, offering somewhat of an awkward smile at that statement. Instead, he motioned towards the box, "Would you like some help with that?" Why yes, he was indeed a teacher's pet when he was a student, a phase that didn't hit until he joined the Institute, however.