[ Toothless isn't the only one who's scared, but Scott's a lot better at faking it. He's not necessarily a chatterbox all throughout the ordeal, but he cracks a few stupid jokes here and there whenever someone talks to him, pretending his head doesn't hurt and that he isn't freaked about waking up feeling absolutely certain he was drugged before.
Ultimately, though, Scott stays off to the side, and all he can think about is the daughter he's left behind again. How did this happen to him? Why did this happen to him? What the fuck is the universe's problem with him, always separating him from her, always making things so difficult--
He clicks his tongue, turning his head away and focusing on some nondescript corner... with a distinct blue glow. ]
Wh... [ Having seen some of the other Displaced with that same precise colour on their chests when they did the weirdest things (jump way too high, make fire appear at the tips of their fingers, whatever else), he takes a moment. Why is there a glow with nothing attached to it?
Scott looks back at the other people in the room, but they seem not to have noticed. So he looks at the glow again.
His head tilts. He knows better than to just approach weird-looking shit without thinking, but he certainly can't stop himself from staring... or from leaning his head in slightly, even if he's at a distance.
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Ultimately, though, Scott stays off to the side, and all he can think about is the daughter he's left behind again. How did this happen to him? Why did this happen to him? What the fuck is the universe's problem with him, always separating him from her, always making things so difficult--
He clicks his tongue, turning his head away and focusing on some nondescript corner... with a distinct blue glow. ]
Wh... [ Having seen some of the other Displaced with that same precise colour on their chests when they did the weirdest things (jump way too high, make fire appear at the tips of their fingers, whatever else), he takes a moment. Why is there a glow with nothing attached to it?
Scott looks back at the other people in the room, but they seem not to have noticed. So he looks at the glow again.
His head tilts. He knows better than to just approach weird-looking shit without thinking, but he certainly can't stop himself from staring... or from leaning his head in slightly, even if he's at a distance.
He raises one hand up to wave it. ]