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[Continued from here.]

[Wriothesley seems to be completely taken by the watch. He isn't a scholarly type by any means, but his penchant for tinkering has him at least enamored by the new item. He can ignore the whole being abducted to some resort to get lost in a hedonistic life of debauchery because these watches are rather impressive to him.

Scott mentioning he hasn't heard of Fontaine does pull his attention way from the watches.]

No? Teyvat doesn't ring a bell at all? [That made this...much more interesting. It isn't as though the news of there being different worlds was new to him. With Teyvat's history and the existence of the Traveler, he knew there to be other worlds. It's still very different to be talking to someone that seems that far removed from his world.

It also really solidifies that wherever here was, it wasn't Teyvat.]

Well, everything is pointing in that direction. You don't want to get abducted and play a game where you have sex with at least 52 people? [Wriothesley is...probably more okay about this supposed game they'd be playing more than he should.]

Not at all. I'm assuming places like the United States or even North America are unfamiliar to you?

[Maybe he would've been more surprised by the idea of other planets and aliens and everything if he literally didn't just deal with them and lost his girlfriend because of them. Well, she became a cosmic space force, but still, that's rough buddy etc. At least Wriothesley is far better in comparison. Not trying to kill him automatically sort of puts him on the top of the list.

He has high standards, obviously.

But honestly, the other man's continual calm is something Scott can appreciate about him. Even when they read about Game 52 and everything, he's sort of just accepting it. Either he's an easygoing guy or he's been through a lot of crap himself. Maybe a little bit of both. He's not complaining, it's far easier to think when he doesn't have to worry about someone else panicking next to him. Granted, he was the one that panicked first between them, but moving on from that...]

Can't say that was on my bucket list, no. [He remarks just a little dryly, a hint of it reaching his voice. Scott leans back against the headrest, his shaded eyes focusing on the ceiling for a moment, although he continues to speak.] You're not bothered at all?

United States. North America. [He says it slowly, the words sounds just as foreign on his tongue as it feels for him to say it.] I've never heard of those places before.

[He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. It's messier from sleep than it usually is, the tufts of hair sticking out, reminding one of dog ears.]

Oh. Well, that's a shame. [It's a little teasing.]

I wouldn't say I'm not completely unbothered. [Of course he is bothered by a few things. Being abducted is definitely not something he wants to have had happened. Basically being forced into some strange scenario without little input. That being said, he has gone through worse things. Unfortunately.] It's just not the worst thing to happen, I think. It could certainly be worse.

[Unless he's from a completely isolated area on Earth, Scott's willing to put more stock in the 'different worlds' explanation. Okay, so, summing up everything he knows so far, he and an unknown amount of people have been brought to this sex casino in order to participate in a sex game, and these people can be from different worlds. Location of the Golden Peacock is still unknown however.

Scott swallows a little, hearing the tease coming from the other man, finding himself folding in some ways. But come on, Summers, shouldn't you try a bit harder to get to the bottom of this before jumping into bed with the first guy you see? He's never been the 'do what my captors' want type of person. Not to mention, you've never been with a guy before-- you've never been with anyone that isn't the name Jean Grey.]

At least we weren't anal probed without our consent.

[Scott agrees with a small huff. Isn't that what alien kidnappings are supposed to be like? Okay, that's a little hinging on fiction, but honestly, is this too much different than that? Guess they at least have a choice of bed partners?? Scott doesn't think he'd be very turned on by a little green alien shoving something up his asshole--]

For what it's worth, you are um, pretty nice waking up next to.

[God he's so rusty in flirting, but he smiles a little, at least in acknowledgement of Wriothesley's appearance and demeanor. He's been nice and Scott finds himself enjoying his company despite everything going on.]

Is anal probing really the worst thing you can think of? [Sorry, but UFOs and abductions from UFOs and the supposed assumption that they'll anal probe their captives is completely lost to him. He has no idea what the man is referencing, so he has to take their words at face value.

Excuse you sir, but men can enjoy themselves with a bit of anal!!!

Enough of that though, he barks out a laugh at the other trying to flirt with him.] Yeah? I'll give you a six out of ten for the effort.

[A hand sneakily slinks around before he grabs the other by the back of his neck. Their faces are now only inches apart that they can feel hot breath on their faces from each other. He gives the other a lazy grin.] Other than the rocky start, I think I can agree. It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance.

[He lets go.]

You got something worse in mind? Would love to hear it.

[More dry commentary from Scott, but maybe arguing about the specifics of what's worse to wake up to isn't something to really continue. Not as the other man teases him for his poor flirtation attempt, the laugh perhaps unexpectedly driving a slight embarrassed flush rather than any actual anger. It probably helps that Wriothesley's warm hand is around the back of his neck and distracting him, the simple close contact enough to pull a light shudder out of him as he looks at the other man that's only inches away from him.]

Yeah, a pleasure.

[He's genuinely missed being close to another person. He's not really used to being alone. Scott's focus turns to the other man's mouth, and he can find his own parting even though a small voice in the back of his mind is telling him that he's trash--

But Wriothesley suddenly lets go, and he pulls back a little, his mouth closing as he tries to clear his voice and get his feelings back under control. Scott isn't sure what to do with the fact that he feels disappointed, but the moment's gone though, right?]

We should start investigating.

Is that what you really want to hear right now? You didn't handle waking up next to a stranger too well. [Are you a glutton for punishment or something? Wriothesley doesn't answer with other supposed options though. There's no reason to. They were already in a precarious situation after all.

He's watching Scott carefully, even if his whole body seems relaxed. He notes the slight shudder to the flush of their face.

Wriothesley smiles and he leans in to give the other a quick, chaste kiss before moving to finally get out of bed.] You make yourself a little obvious. Don't look so disappointed next time. [A laugh as he walks around the room, letting his hands glide over furniture and knocking at the walls with the back of his knuckles.]

You can always just ask next time, besides.

[The kiss is over before he barely even gets to register it.

It takes Scott a few moments longer to get up from the bed, still distracted by that brief contact, and how it felt so nice, not to mention that his first kiss with another guy only lasted a couple of seconds. His fingers trail to his lips briefly as that stupid longing beats in his chest, before he immediately pushes it down. Get a grip, Scott, seriously. You're acting like a goddamn teenager or something.

He doesn't quite return the light ribbing this time, just nodding a little with a more neutral expression again, before focusing his attention back at the gift basket. Even if the shirts are pretty... immature, at least they're better than nothing?]

Want a shirt before we leave? Have a few choices, just depends on if you want to announce to everyone that you're a slut or got a big... dick.

[Maybe he'll just turn his shirt inside out, but that'll probably just make him look self-conscious. With a sigh, he tugs on the 'slut era' shirt because sure. Fine.]

[Scott...sweetie...

He wonders if maybe he teased the other a little too much. Did they not take the kiss that well? He'll try and be more mindful, he guesses.

Instead, he looks over the shirts that they were given. Well, the first one is just wrong so he'll skip that. The second one, he thinks is pretty amusing. The third one, he thinks would be funnier if he understood the context of the joke. And the fourth-]

Why does it say "In my slut era" multiple times? [Funny fantasy man has no idea what the meaning behind such a sentence would mean. Please explain.]

More emphasis, I guess. Make sure that no one misses the meaning here.

[Early 1990s man is doing his best too and that seems like the most logical explanation. It's not like he goes out of his way to use these more 'fun' fonts when making a presentation or whatnot. It's just sort of tacky, and somehow even worse printed on a shirt like this. Well, at least they're free and a little comfortable, so whatever.

He holds up dildo shirt up, and Scott looks ready like he's about to either offer it to Wriothesley or just toss it at him.]

Here, it matches your eyes.

[He's joking, even if it may be hard to tell given how flat his tone is. Color matching isn't his strongest suit for obvious reasons.]

[Okay, so Scott seems to not understand it about as much as he doesn't understand it. Well, it must be something just out of both their scopes. He can accept that.

He takes the short from the other with a nod of his head in thanks. For what it's worth, Wriothesley does not mention that none of these colors really match his eyes at all. He imagines that their eyewear makes it difficult to discern that and he doesn't think it polite to point it out.]

Thanks. [He doesn't slip it on though. Honestly, the shirt does not offer much in making him anymore decent to the public. A shirt is not going to hide his lower region.] They really just gave us shirts and said good enough.

[He can't help but laugh.] Do you think we're going to get arrested for indecent exposure or was the plan along to make sure all our assets were on display to facilitate this game they want us to play?

At this point, I'm surprised they even gave us a robe to wake up in.

[Since the whole point of their kidnapping is to have a bunch of raunchy sex it sounds like. The thought of it once more causes Scott to run a hand through his hair, because a part of him is slowly realizing that he may actually have to play by these rules at some point. Not that he really considers himself to be prude or anything, it's just... well, there's a lot going on.

Stuff that he doesn't want to talk about and he's sure that Wriothesley doesn't want to hear about. Yeah, sobbing about his dead girlfriend to the first guy he meets isn't a way to break in the mood. Even he knows that.]

Definitely the latter. [He manages, before smoothly getting up from the bed and inching his way to the door. Well, it's now or never, right? There seems to be some level of trust behind those sunglasses as he settles his eyes on him.] I imagine that we should expect others to be in similar states of undress. Ready?

[If they have to fight others out there for some reason, hopefully he doesn't flash him--]

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Well, if it's what it claims to be, then I imagine it needs to accommodate in someway. It sounds like this place is supposed to offer comfort, even if we're not really experiencing that at the moment. [Overbooking and all. Ignore the fact that they were somehow plucked away from their worlds with ease. That probably discomforted him more than anything else.

Wriothesley finds it a little odd, but maybe they just want them to dive right into it all. Still, they can't even participate in this game yet given they have no proper rank assignment. He guesses that by the time they're properly ranked, they will have settled.

Instead, he adjusts his robes to make himself as presentable as possible. It's just enough to make himself decent (though it would be relatively easy to flash anyone with even a stumble).] I would prefer a cup of tea before I have to socialize, but I feel I won't get that luxury. Let's go.

[With one last wry comment:]

I prefer coffee.

[Once he's sure that Wriothesley is ready, mostly gauging that by how the other man finishes adjusting his robes, Scott gives him a nod before gripping the handle to the door. Okay, time to do this... he's not sure what to fully expect on the other side, although it would be a huge mood whiplash if everything is in a state of ruin. Imagine that, get talked up to participate in a sex game, but it's just chaos out there. No sense dwelling on such thoughts, however, and he pushes the door open.

...

Luckily, it's just a normal hall of a hotel, with rooms centered apart from each other in a way that's almost boring. There's a rush of staff hurrying down the floor that shows that things are busy and Scott tries to grab their attention, and while most keep hurrying on, one of the employees stops to point them towards one of the supply closets. Apparently there's extra pillows, toiletries, and tracksuits there, which would somewhat solve the no pants thing.

He tilts his head back to Wriothesley, as if getting his feedback.]

Wouldn't hurt checking it out.

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[Scott’s answer is simply wrong, but that’s besides the point.

Wriothesley is, instead, watching the way the staff seem to be running around trying to keep everything from falling apart. The message was obviously not a lie given how frazzled the staff seem. He feels a little bad. Sure, they got brought here without seemingly agreeing or wanting to check in, but that isn’t the fault of the staff.

He takes in the surroundings and notes that it seems mostly mundane. Nothing they stands out.

The boxer looks back at Scott with a nod.] Sure, let’s go.

[What do you mean you don't prefer gas-station level coffee-- okay, even Scott has better taste than that.

At least the beginnings of a plan is starting to form. Check the supply closet, grab anything that looks even remotely helpful, and continue exploring this weird casino resort with Wriothesley. Even if the other man isn't an X-Man and he really doesn't know what he's capable of, Scott's planning on taking it upon himself to fight anyway, if such a situation arises. He has some doubts, given the nature of this place, but can't be too careful. They were kidnapped after all.

But with his agreement, Scott nods and walks towards the nearest supply closet, his hand pulling the door open to reveal a somewhat small walk-in closet. Definitely enough space for two people to at least be in together at once and as the staff mentioned, there's tracksuits and other supplies for them to take. The mutant steps inside without too much thought, heading straight for the tracksuits on the shelf and wanting to find the right size for them both.]

Large? [He has a few inches on Scott, although they have somewhat similar builds.]

[Part of him thinks that maybe two grown men should not enter such a small closet together. The other part of him, that wins, kind of shrugs and he just finds himself stepping inside.

He does kind of frown at the track suit.] The fashion here is really unsightly. [Given how the fashion is in Fontaine, it’s no surprise he light turn his nose up at what has been available to them for now.

It isn’t a thought that he gets to humour for long before the door behind him is suddenly slammed shut.

It jumpstarts his fight or flight as he turns around, fists raised almost immediately.]

Looks like an ugly shade of red to me.

[He quips, but he starts looking through the sizes of the tracksuits, ugly as they may be. Fashion isn't high on his priority list right now, although, it rarely is. Hard to really be into it when everything you see is a shade of red. It's not an excuse for his boring outfits what do you mean--

The slamming of the door immediately draws his attention, however, his hand reaching for his shades as he looks at the now shut exit. Well, great. He should've figured that something like this would happen, but he still blindly followed directions without really thinking about it. It's his fault for whatever may happen next and the mutant can feel some frustration building up, mostly at himself, before promptly asking what they want.

Which only garners a simple response from the other side: Kiss, kiss, kiss for seven minutes!

Scott stares at the closed door, his mouth slightly parted because. Seriously?? Are they in high school or what--]

...They're really tenacious.

[Wriothesley shakes the doorknob. He doesn’t expect it to be unlocked, but he might as well try. It would be foolish to not check and solidifies that they’ve been locked into the tiny space.

He sighs and let’s his shoulder relax. At least it didn’t feel like they were in danger persay…

Instead, he gives the other a sheepish grin and a chuckle.] Well, kissing isn’t so bad all things considered.

[...Well, this is a little awkward. Scott lets Wriothesley try the door for a few seconds, not finding himself surprised when it doesn't budge, not even an inch. This place is really trying to get them together-- at least for a kiss, which isn't something too extreme in the grand scheme of things. They shared a small one earlier just ten minutes ago, so it's fine.

As he recalls that simple little kiss, barely stopping himself from touching his lips again... yeah, maybe far from bad, honestly.]

I could try blowing the door open, but might be too risky. [He offers a small smile at him.] Just a kiss, right?

It would be more work for the staff. I don’t think we can really blame them for the predicament and I am loathe to give them more messes to clean up. They look like they’re being ran ragged already.

[Kissing for seven minutes is more harmless and he didn’t know if they might get in trouble if they did blow the door open.

Forget that the man apparently can.

Instead, he moves over to crowd Scott’s space. He smiles a bit playfully.] We’ll, it’s fine. We already kissed before. [He firmly grabs Scott’s chin between his thumb and index finger.]

...You have a point.

[Scott acknowledges, finding his respect for the other man increase. He's... truly quite considerate, isn't he? Thinking about the staff and how they're most likely just exhausted workers. They aren't henchmen of some villain, they really do seem rather normal. He still wants to see who is behind all this, but even he knows that won't come anytime soon.

Not to mention, they're still in this closet. And Wriothesley is right up next to him, not that this closet had much space to begin with.

His heart beats just a tad faster as he looks up at the taller man, and he doesn't mean to look so open, so easy, when he takes his chin between his fingers. The mutant's lips parts just slightly, letting out a small shuddering breath just from that mere contact. The regular guilt that's been plaguing the back of his mind makes one small protest before fading once more to the back of his mind.]

Wriothesley...

[A slight tilt of his head as the other breathes out his name. His smile widens.] Cat got your tongue?

[He teases the other gently as he leans in until their lips are only moments apart.] Don’t think too much and just enjoy it. [He presses his lips to kiss the other, the hand on Scott’s chin to move to cradle the back of the mutant’s head.]

Shut up.

[His cheeks fluster just lightly, not quite matching the colors of his shades, but any further protest or sass is immediately cut off, as they finally close that little remaining distance. A small groan breaks from the center of Scott's chest and there's something just a tad desperate, a bit clingy, as he firmly presses his mouth against the other. A passing thought goes through his head about closing his eyes, maybe imagining that he's kissing his dead girlfriend, but Scott keeps them firmly open, a hand trailing to the back of Wriothesley's hair to grip it almost tightly.

This isn't anything like kissing Jean, and that's probably a good thing. What they shared will always be important, and... and he's not going to think about that right now.

What did Wrio say before they kissed? Just enjoy it. That's great advice.]

[Wriothesley starts off almost chaste and sweet. It was probably keeping the other in mind to warm up to the kiss before he seems to push for more. He takes a few steps forward until he has Scott pressed against the wall and he's kissing the other a little more fervently. He runs fingers through the short hairs on the back of Scott's head with one hand and the other one firmly on the man's waist.

His gaze is half-lidded, almost as though making sure he can keep track of Scott's reactions as they go. Attentive.

He nips at the other's bottom lip before running his tongue over it. A silent request to deepen the kiss.]

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