( Left, left, right? Blue eyes blink some in confusion over that... until he figures she's leading him to where she is. Or it's the game that currently has her attention. Either way, he lets his mind skip across others to find her and, when he does, makes his way there.
While not exactly dressed to the nines for this, he is wearing a low-cut white sleeveless shirt complete with collar tucked into a pair of black cropped pants. Certainly seems to get him a few approving looks from others, Nate more or less oblivious, as he makes his way towards Sophie there in her own ensemble. One which, as always, outclasses his own in a number of ways. )
How long you been at this thing?
( It's asked as he comes up behind her, hands slipping into his pockets as he stares to the screen curiously. )
Irrelevant. Do you feel time going through you in this place? Right, me neither.
(Long, most likely. Listen, she's competitive, she's had her mind full, Nate shows up unconscious, Scott needs some assistance, camp sucked, the list is endless, and that's just in the past few days. This works wonders, and she gestures with her head for him to come closer.)
I'll definitely teach you some of my gaming tricks, though. Just let me kick this level's ass and I'm all yours.
(Unlike him, though? She's pulling all the stops. Sparkly dress, now long hair in a high ponytail, heels, makeup, all impeccable. Because obviously.)
So basically, you ever disappear on us, I should check here first.
( It’s a bit of a tease, but. Almost doesn’t seem as if the assumption there is one that would be wrong to make, so. She’s right about the lack of movement with time, though. It’s definitely something he’d felt when coming here, but. Hadn’t quite placed a finger on what he was feeling at first. Only gently concerning though.
He comes up closer when gestured to, hands still in pockets and blue eyes still curious and a little confused as he watches her go at it with the game that demands her attention. He has an idea about it, but. Not anything he can say he’s had much experience with firsthand. More things he’d seen in passing or through someone’s memories than anything else. )
Pretty sure I don’t need to tell you, but. You look good.
To be real, yeah, probably. I got some stuff like this in my room, and that bar we went? Has a bunch of these in another room. Nothing compares to this, though?
(The time thing, for one, really strikes her fancy. She can play for absurd amounts of time, and it's fine. It's a hobby she wasn't ever expecting to pick up, but now that she has, it's tough to get her away from it.
She's so close, and she does a little jump when she finishes it, sees 1. SC on the screen of the scoreboard. The smile is a beam, and she turns to him to loop her arm on his.
Next stop, the lounge for a little break.)
Yeah, I know, and you're not looking bad yourself, you know.
( The jump gets a smile from him and he follows along when her arm loops through his. He’s more than fine to be dragged around by her here. Whatever she wants, wherever she’s looking to go, he’ll follow. )
Nothing compared to you but I’ll take it.
( Smile bright and warm as he looks down to her, he flicks those bangs out of his face and takes another look around the place. Thankfully, the thoughts of everyone here are more background noise than anything else. Last thing he needs is to have a bit of a freak out here in this place and accidentally hurt someone. )
(Because this girl is filled with modesty, and the most humble person that has ever walked this planet. Her own thoughts are filled with plans, what game to go next, who does she need to completely disgrace when they take away her rank score, you know, normal girly shit.
But hey, the lounge is filled with music, there's the sweet aroma of wine, and she'll get herself a glass before finding a seat for them.)
I know this place is a lot for you, but you know. I can shake your brain to soothe the anxiety. Up to you.
( Glancing over to her, blue eyes blink before that smile softens a little there on his lips. )
I’m good but I’ll keep it in mind if it starts to get unbearable.
( To which he reaches up to give her fingers a bit of a squeeze before he’s dropping his hand down again, keeping there alongside her with her arm looped through his. )
(A place to relax, rest Nate's overstimulated brain, and look at things that aren't blinking, dashing, or glowing. Besides, she is in thin heels, so the sitting is something she desperately needs, not that she will ever admit to it.
She finds a seat and pulls him to come with her, her wine in hands. She's assuming he won't want a glass for himself, he seems to just not enjoy alcohol as is.)
You better tell me, though. I'm not tugging at your neurons, so, just say the word.
( Dropping himself down with her, he lets an arm drape around her some there and just… takes it all in here, too. It’s unlike anything he’s used to - so much here is, really. Places like this never existed for him back on his Earth, but the other one - the one they’re all from here which he now has to call home for himself, things like these places do exist, he’s just never really been in them before. Not like this anyways.
A glance over to her after he stares off for a moment, blue eyes blink again and he nods with that warm smile on his lips. )
Trying to keep things from a telepath isn’t really all that smart, you know.
(It's nice, and she lets herself relax in his arms as her hand twirls the glass. His anxiety makes sense, but if anything, he can take the cue that she is more than chill in this place. If she freaks out, well, he can freak out. Right now, that's the opposite of that, her eyes closing as she takes a sip and snuggles a little bit until he speaks.
Oh. Right. With all the insanity, his little psychic coma, the mission, this place, she almost forgot she was waiting for a good time to bring something up with him.
Good hook.)
Oh, by the way. Speaking of not keeping things from telepaths, I needed to let you know something.
(For the content, her voice and the way she distances herself to look at him are not at all worrying, she's as casual as she has always been.)
I am seeing someone else, too. Just, you know, thought you should know.
( After everything that’s happened in the past couple weeks, this right here is a little needed. Despite the bright lights and the various sounds around them, he’s content in a way he hasn’t felt for a bit now. Even at camp, he’d been so groggy from his waking up and confused with what the whole point of “camp” was for a mission given everything that had happened on Solmara, so. This? This is nice, even with the background noise.
…and then she goes and says that after giving herself a bit of space to look at him and his arm slips away to rest against the back of their seat, taking a moment as he pieces her words together. )
Seeing… someone else?
( Is that what they were doing? Is that what’s happening now? A beat, he drops his gaze before he lifts it back up to her. )
(Oh. Right. Maybe just don't use euphemisms, Sophie, although she thought that one was not so bad. But, yeah, he corrects her, so at least she knows he got the gist of it.
It's an attempt to being considerate, whatever she can manage.)
( After everything that happened with Thren, a little clarity is something he tries to have now.
He sits there, chews on that for a moment with furrowed brows before he’s looking back to her with those blue eyes of his and he takes a second - mulls it over before he just goes and asks. )
(Well, she is trying to be as clear as she can, at least. No lies or omission, but finding a good moment to bring it up has just been... Difficult, to say the least. He'd been groggy, she's been busy, so now just feels like a great time to actually let him know.
At least she's trying not to read his thoughts, give him some privacy as his gears turn. Her face rests on her hand, elbow on the table, before her shoulders raise in a shrug.)
( He’s still wrapping his head around it. To be fair, this… definitely isn’t the sort of conversation he ever thought he’d be having. With anyone, really. Yet here Sophie is, telling him that she’s slept with both him and Quentin here and wants to… keep doing that? He has to appreciate the honesty of all this because, while still a little confused, it’s better than being lied to.
When she asks that he keep it on the downlow, he looks back up to her, arms down. )
(She feels like she's breaking his brain a little bit, which, fair, boy never had to deal with these sorts of things, she assumes. Better late than never, because mutants? They're the messiest, horniest sort. Might as well just get used to it now.)
Wait, too many questions. I don't mind you and me being out, so it's up to you. Quentin, we prefer to keep it quiet, and he knows.
( Brows furrow some, expression falling to something a little more confused and… not hurt but perhaps disbelief is the emotion he’s feeling. Quentin knew he and Sophie had had a thing and then… proceeded to have a thing with her as well. Ok. )
(With all the love in the world and all due respect,
What the fuck?)
Where did you get that from? What the hell, Nate. No, no one is planning or is hiding shit from you. Never an intention, I'm here telling you myself, right?
( He got it from Quentin making a whole big deal about this connection thing to begin with and feeling like Nate didn’t trust him when asking about severing it. Maybe that’s just how Quentin is, but it feels a little hypocritical of Quentin to get upset that he felt he didn’t trust him when, knowing he and Sophie had a thing, didn’t mention the two of them to him.
Eyes fall shut, his mind wrapping a shield around it to keep the background noise out with it suddenly growing louder in his head. When he opens his eyes, he stares down then shakes his head. )
That’s not what I’m saying. Quentin’s just… I don’t get him sometimes. He’s worried I don’t trust him but maybe he doesn’t trust me.
(She's trying so, so hard not to peek. She's not particularly great, as she had told him previously, but the fact remains she wants to not be so horrible. Everytime she feels herself wanting to put her little telepathic hands into his brain, she takes a deep breath and... Doesn't.
She's not... Totally getting it. It's not serious. Neither Quentin, nor Nate. With an exhale, she tries to construct her sentences the best she can.)
Look, it's not about trust, nor about omitting, or any of that. If any of us wanted to hide something, do you think I'd be telling you?
( It’s not the fact that Quentin and Sophie have something going on. It’s that he thinks of Quentin as his friend and wonders why he didn’t mention it. He’s told Quentin that he’s dying, something he hasn’t told anyone else here. Something he likes to think is a lot more heavy than the two of them having a thing. But judging from the way Quentin seemed to clam up or avoid the subject of his parents when Nate asked and how blasé he comes off with anything that might be remotely serious to him, maybe he shouldn’t be all that surprised. Maybe that’s just how he is.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he lets his eyes fall shut for another moment and when someone approaches them for a possible drink order or whatever, he opens them, left eye glowing warm with gold light. )
Leave.
( It’s more a command than a request and the person does as they’d been told: they leave.
Sigh on his lips, the gold turns to blue and he looks to Sophie, gaze soft. )
I didn’t think you were trying to hide anything, Soph. ( Reaching out, he takes her hand gently. ) We’re good.
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Date: 2025-06-01 10:41 pm (UTC)While not exactly dressed to the nines for this, he is wearing a low-cut white sleeveless shirt complete with collar tucked into a pair of black cropped pants. Certainly seems to get him a few approving looks from others, Nate more or less oblivious, as he makes his way towards Sophie there in her own ensemble. One which, as always, outclasses his own in a number of ways. )
How long you been at this thing?
( It's asked as he comes up behind her, hands slipping into his pockets as he stares to the screen curiously. )
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Date: 2025-06-01 10:49 pm (UTC)(Long, most likely. Listen, she's competitive, she's had her mind full, Nate shows up unconscious, Scott needs some assistance, camp sucked, the list is endless, and that's just in the past few days. This works wonders, and she gestures with her head for him to come closer.)
I'll definitely teach you some of my gaming tricks, though. Just let me kick this level's ass and I'm all yours.
(Unlike him, though? She's pulling all the stops. Sparkly dress, now long hair in a high ponytail, heels, makeup, all impeccable. Because obviously.)
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Date: 2025-06-01 11:10 pm (UTC)( It’s a bit of a tease, but. Almost doesn’t seem as if the assumption there is one that would be wrong to make, so. She’s right about the lack of movement with time, though. It’s definitely something he’d felt when coming here, but. Hadn’t quite placed a finger on what he was feeling at first. Only gently concerning though.
He comes up closer when gestured to, hands still in pockets and blue eyes still curious and a little confused as he watches her go at it with the game that demands her attention. He has an idea about it, but. Not anything he can say he’s had much experience with firsthand. More things he’d seen in passing or through someone’s memories than anything else. )
Pretty sure I don’t need to tell you, but. You look good.
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Date: 2025-06-02 11:02 am (UTC)(The time thing, for one, really strikes her fancy. She can play for absurd amounts of time, and it's fine. It's a hobby she wasn't ever expecting to pick up, but now that she has, it's tough to get her away from it.
She's so close, and she does a little jump when she finishes it, sees 1. SC on the screen of the scoreboard. The smile is a beam, and she turns to him to loop her arm on his.
Next stop, the lounge for a little break.)
Yeah, I know, and you're not looking bad yourself, you know.
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Date: 2025-06-02 01:38 pm (UTC)Nothing compared to you but I’ll take it.
( Smile bright and warm as he looks down to her, he flicks those bangs out of his face and takes another look around the place. Thankfully, the thoughts of everyone here are more background noise than anything else. Last thing he needs is to have a bit of a freak out here in this place and accidentally hurt someone. )
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Date: 2025-06-02 01:47 pm (UTC)(Because this girl is filled with modesty, and the most humble person that has ever walked this planet. Her own thoughts are filled with plans, what game to go next, who does she need to completely disgrace when they take away her rank score, you know, normal girly shit.
But hey, the lounge is filled with music, there's the sweet aroma of wine, and she'll get herself a glass before finding a seat for them.)
I know this place is a lot for you, but you know. I can shake your brain to soothe the anxiety. Up to you.
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Date: 2025-06-02 01:59 pm (UTC)I’m good but I’ll keep it in mind if it starts to get unbearable.
( To which he reaches up to give her fingers a bit of a squeeze before he’s dropping his hand down again, keeping there alongside her with her arm looped through his. )
Where are we headed now?
nvm its not the beehive lounge its just a random lounge oopsie daisy
Date: 2025-06-02 02:04 pm (UTC)(A place to relax, rest Nate's overstimulated brain, and look at things that aren't blinking, dashing, or glowing. Besides, she is in thin heels, so the sitting is something she desperately needs, not that she will ever admit to it.
She finds a seat and pulls him to come with her, her wine in hands. She's assuming he won't want a glass for himself, he seems to just not enjoy alcohol as is.)
You better tell me, though. I'm not tugging at your neurons, so, just say the word.
i don’t see anything 😌
Date: 2025-06-02 02:21 pm (UTC)A glance over to her after he stares off for a moment, blue eyes blink again and he nods with that warm smile on his lips. )
Trying to keep things from a telepath isn’t really all that smart, you know.
( Therefore, he would let her know. )
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Date: 2025-06-02 02:39 pm (UTC)Oh. Right. With all the insanity, his little psychic coma, the mission, this place, she almost forgot she was waiting for a good time to bring something up with him.
Good hook.)
Oh, by the way. Speaking of not keeping things from telepaths, I needed to let you know something.
(For the content, her voice and the way she distances herself to look at him are not at all worrying, she's as casual as she has always been.)
I am seeing someone else, too. Just, you know, thought you should know.
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Date: 2025-06-02 03:25 pm (UTC)…and then she goes and says that after giving herself a bit of space to look at him and his arm slips away to rest against the back of their seat, taking a moment as he pieces her words together. )
Seeing… someone else?
( Is that what they were doing? Is that what’s happening now? A beat, he drops his gaze before he lifts it back up to her. )
You mean sleeping with someone else.
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Date: 2025-06-02 03:40 pm (UTC)It's an attempt to being considerate, whatever she can manage.)
Yup. Basically, yeah.
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Date: 2025-06-02 03:44 pm (UTC)He sits there, chews on that for a moment with furrowed brows before he’s looking back to her with those blue eyes of his and he takes a second - mulls it over before he just goes and asks. )
I’m guessing I know who it is?
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:05 pm (UTC)At least she's trying not to read his thoughts, give him some privacy as his gears turn. Her face rests on her hand, elbow on the table, before her shoulders raise in a shrug.)
Oh. Yeah, you do. It's Quentin.
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:36 pm (UTC)You mean it’s not Julian?
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:45 pm (UTC)Why does everyone think— you know what, no, it's not Julian.
(WHY WOULD ANYONE THINK, SOPHIE. WHY.)
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:54 pm (UTC)He just mentioned something one time. Sorry?
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:00 pm (UTC)(Maybe because you and him are sussy, Sophie.
But alright. Seems like Nate isn't weirded out about the fact she is not just sleeping him with him, so that's a win.)
Nope, though, but I'd appreciate it if you don't tell him or anyone.
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:09 pm (UTC)When she asks that he keep it on the downlow, he looks back up to her, arms down. )
About any of this? Or Quentin?
( A beat, he shakes his head. )
Wait… does Quentin know?
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:16 pm (UTC)Wait, too many questions. I don't mind you and me being out, so it's up to you. Quentin, we prefer to keep it quiet, and he knows.
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:22 pm (UTC)And he was planning to hide it from me?
( Even with their connection? )
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:28 pm (UTC)What the fuck?)
Where did you get that from? What the hell, Nate. No, no one is planning or is hiding shit from you. Never an intention, I'm here telling you myself, right?
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:41 pm (UTC)Eyes fall shut, his mind wrapping a shield around it to keep the background noise out with it suddenly growing louder in his head. When he opens his eyes, he stares down then shakes his head. )
That’s not what I’m saying. Quentin’s just… I don’t get him sometimes. He’s worried I don’t trust him but maybe he doesn’t trust me.
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:59 pm (UTC)She's not... Totally getting it. It's not serious. Neither Quentin, nor Nate. With an exhale, she tries to construct her sentences the best she can.)
Look, it's not about trust, nor about omitting, or any of that. If any of us wanted to hide something, do you think I'd be telling you?
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Date: 2025-06-02 06:13 pm (UTC)Pinching the bridge of his nose, he lets his eyes fall shut for another moment and when someone approaches them for a possible drink order or whatever, he opens them, left eye glowing warm with gold light. )
Leave.
( It’s more a command than a request and the person does as they’d been told: they leave.
Sigh on his lips, the gold turns to blue and he looks to Sophie, gaze soft. )
I didn’t think you were trying to hide anything, Soph. ( Reaching out, he takes her hand gently. ) We’re good.
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