Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
(perhaps the habit of not thinking he can do anything at any time is something manjiro could work on. he didn't text scott, didn't announce he was coming in any way, he just magically expected the boy to be here, and if he weren't, he'd let himself in and take a nice, fat nap on his bed until he did.
those were the plans, either way. he doesn't knock, instead, his slurred accent hits the door as we calls out:)
Summers, open up. We're gonna ride in the forest. Summeeeeeeeeers. Summers.
[Why is this version of Summers so damn sociable?? It's annoying and weird, and Quentin hates it. Okay, maybe "hate" is a strong word. Mostly he just hates having his Important Business (aka having a sandwich) interrupted by Scott's loud, obnoxious friends. Which.... has only happened this one time. But still!
Going downstairs and actually telling this dude to buzz off is honestly far too much trouble, but fortunately Quentin has superpowers. So instead of an answer, Mikey will just see text made of glowing pink energy appear in front of him on the door.]
(surely, scott has told manjiro about quentin, at some point in time. thing is, manjiro never remembers these sorts of things, his memory is fickle and overloaded with too many things to really recall what he perceives as a small detail.
but that sets him off a little bit. certainly, it isn't scott, as far as he knows the other wouldn't just send him off like that. well. foot to the door, let's hope he isn't busy, and he'll come in. thankfully, no real damage to the door other than unscrewing it from the fame.)
[Quentin is just about to be at peace with his sandwich when he hears the crash. A surface level psychic scan doesn't indicate any kind of ill intent, just some idiot who obviously can't read. Whatever, guess he should go investigate, since none of the other twerps who share this house are around.
Uuuuuugh.
Quentin comes down the stairs just enough to peer over the railing at what's going on, and it turns out "what's going on" is... the door kicked onto the floor by the moron who apparently can't read.]
Wha—are you serious? Did you just kick down my fucking door??
Nope, I kick down Summer's door, who the fuck are you?
(yeah, he's gonna have to text scott real quick, because what in the actual shit? he's never seen this one, never heard of this one (allegedly). for now, there's a gesture of 'talk to the hand' while he solves this!!!)
[Oh, this guy is not giving him the "talk to the hand." No way. Fuck off with that.
Quentin reaches out his arm, and the same pink glowing energy from the door surrounds Mikey's tablet and yanks it out of his hands, and with a sweeping gesture Quentin sends it flying out the open door to god knows where.]
(at this point, he doesn't get so surprised by abilities or inhuman traits. he just accepts them, realizes he can't understand them as much as he likes, and moves on. which is why the only reaction he has when he sees the tablet flying is:)
Wow, who cares about who I am? You're a bitch.
(so, calmly, he's picking up the door to put it roughly back in place, kicking it open, getting his phone, and coming back.)
[Okay, now this is just silly. Quentin watches the kid put the door back and comes down the stairs halfway to watch what happens next in mild puzzlement.
Then he gets a thought. One of those intrusive thoughts you're not supposed to listen to. The instinct that sees a big red button and needs to push it just to see what happens.
He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. He's an X-Man now! A hero! He saved the world last month... maybe... possibly. He tried, at least.
Then again, maybe that means he deserves to treat himself. Hmm...
By the time Mikey comes back, Quentin is sitting on the steps about halfway down, looking mildly bored. He lifts his hand without a word... and yeets the tablet out the door again. It's for science, he swears!]
(he takes a little while to return, because he's very busy calling quentin a huge bitch and asking scott what dumpster he found him and to put him back, but yeah, okay. the phone flies, and you know what? fine. he'll kick the door open again, which takes very little effort, moves past The Bitch TM and you know?
he's not even going to bother putting the door back in. he'll just wait till scott is home to take this person right back to the junkyard. or bitchtown. wherever. so, watch him find a couch, and close his eyes.)
You should go get it, since your bitch ass threw it.
Quentin does telekinetically retrieve the tablet—and put the door back—and toss it on the floor next to the little twerp's couch. Because he's a nice guy like that. But mostly because he was already on his way to the kitchen to grab a candy bar. Which he does! And then stands idly between the kitchen and the couch and munches on his candy.]
So. Got a name? I mean if you're gonna barge into my house without an invitation.
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those were the plans, either way. he doesn't knock, instead, his slurred accent hits the door as we calls out:)
Summers, open up. We're gonna ride in the forest. Summeeeeeeeeers. Summers.
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Going downstairs and actually telling this dude to buzz off is honestly far too much trouble, but fortunately Quentin has superpowers. So instead of an answer, Mikey will just see text made of glowing pink energy appear in front of him on the door.]
NO SOLICITATIONS
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but that sets him off a little bit. certainly, it isn't scott, as far as he knows the other wouldn't just send him off like that. well. foot to the door, let's hope he isn't busy, and he'll come in. thankfully, no real damage to the door other than unscrewing it from the fame.)
Fuck off. Summers, you home?
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Uuuuuugh.
Quentin comes down the stairs just enough to peer over the railing at what's going on, and it turns out "what's going on" is... the door kicked onto the floor by the moron who apparently can't read.]
Wha—are you serious? Did you just kick down my fucking door??
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(yeah, he's gonna have to text scott real quick, because what in the actual shit? he's never seen this one, never heard of this one (allegedly). for now, there's a gesture of 'talk to the hand' while he solves this!!!)
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What????]
Who the fuck are you? Don't you—hey! Hey!
[Oh, this guy is not giving him the "talk to the hand." No way. Fuck off with that.
Quentin reaches out his arm, and the same pink glowing energy from the door surrounds Mikey's tablet and yanks it out of his hands, and with a sweeping gesture Quentin sends it flying out the open door to god knows where.]
Don't ignore me!
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Wow, who cares about who I am? You're a bitch.
(so, calmly, he's picking up the door to put it roughly back in place, kicking it open, getting his phone, and coming back.)
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Then he gets a thought. One of those intrusive thoughts you're not supposed to listen to. The instinct that sees a big red button and needs to push it just to see what happens.
He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. He's an X-Man now! A hero! He saved the world last month... maybe... possibly. He tried, at least.
Then again, maybe that means he deserves to treat himself. Hmm...
By the time Mikey comes back, Quentin is sitting on the steps about halfway down, looking mildly bored. He lifts his hand without a word... and yeets the tablet out the door again. It's for science, he swears!]
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he's not even going to bother putting the door back in. he'll just wait till scott is home to take this person right back to the junkyard. or bitchtown. wherever. so, watch him find a couch, and close his eyes.)
You should go get it, since your bitch ass threw it.
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Eh.
Not as much fun as he thought it would be.
Ah, well.
Quentin does telekinetically retrieve the tablet—and put the door back—and toss it on the floor next to the little twerp's couch. Because he's a nice guy like that. But mostly because he was already on his way to the kitchen to grab a candy bar. Which he does! And then stands idly between the kitchen and the couch and munches on his candy.]
So. Got a name? I mean if you're gonna barge into my house without an invitation.