"Yup, we have both." With a teenager living in the bungalow and many more visiting, that kind of food is a must. Scott points to one of the houses in the distance, it's pretty far close to where they are already.
"Mine's number 6, one of the first you see. Usually, the new arrivals are paired together for a little while and share a room until Zenith reorganizes the situation but with that weird triangle in the sky everything is even messier than usual." Scott speaks with no love for the Corporation at all but the situation isn't terrible either. They have their own spaces and relative freedom, and he doesn't want to stress the other teen further.
At the name, he trips on his own feet. He curses under his breath, blames it on the sand and then eyes John... Constantine with something akin to a sudden realization. Of-fucking-course the universe decides to throw him this kind of curve-ball. Suddenly a whole lot of things make sense.
"Ah..okay then I'll call you that. Just John." Scott even gives him a small smile for good measure. NOTHING WEIRD TO SEE HERE, he's really not having a small mental breakdown over Constantine being a baby that has seen and suffered far too much shit in his life. Everything is fine. He knows there are two Kurts around and there was once two Lokis as well, young and older, so the situation isn't as weird to him as it is unexpected. Thankfully, they get to the bungalow and it's a good change of topic, Scott even opens the door for him.
"The kitchen is to the left but you can see it from the couch, feel free to crash there if you want to rest while I cook. I don't have any alcohol because that's hard to find around here but I do have coke and other drinks. Unless you want tea?"
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"Mine's number 6, one of the first you see. Usually, the new arrivals are paired together for a little while and share a room until Zenith reorganizes the situation but with that weird triangle in the sky everything is even messier than usual." Scott speaks with no love for the Corporation at all but the situation isn't terrible either. They have their own spaces and relative freedom, and he doesn't want to stress the other teen further.
At the name, he trips on his own feet. He curses under his breath, blames it on the sand and then eyes John... Constantine with something akin to a sudden realization. Of-fucking-course the universe decides to throw him this kind of curve-ball. Suddenly a whole lot of things make sense.
"Ah..okay then I'll call you that. Just John." Scott even gives him a small smile for good measure. NOTHING WEIRD TO SEE HERE, he's really not having a small mental breakdown over Constantine being a baby that has seen and suffered far too much shit in his life. Everything is fine. He knows there are two Kurts around and there was once two Lokis as well, young and older, so the situation isn't as weird to him as it is unexpected. Thankfully, they get to the bungalow and it's a good change of topic, Scott even opens the door for him.
"The kitchen is to the left but you can see it from the couch, feel free to crash there if you want to rest while I cook. I don't have any alcohol because that's hard to find around here but I do have coke and other drinks. Unless you want tea?"