Scott: *bursting Into The Room* Its Missing!

Scott: *bursting into the room* It’s missing!

Peter: *turned away* What’s missing?

Scott: T-the thing!

Peter: *turning with Luna in his arms* What thing?

Scott: Oh, you have it.

Peter: Wh-

Peter: YOU MEANT OUR CHILD?

Scott: You’re too fast for me Crowley.

Peter: I will break up with you if you quote Good Omens one more fucking time.

Scott: …

Peter: Don’t you dare.

Scott: Don’t let me tempt you.

Peter: THAT’S IT-

Scott and Peter: *Walking down the stairs*

Peter: We weren’t fucking upstairs.

Scott: *facepalm*

Ororo: I would normally say you do you, but clearly you were doing someone else.

Scott: Ororo, do you know Peter’s type?

Ororo: Brown hair, always wears sunglasses, oblivious, leadership qualities.

Scott: Weird, that sounds like me.

Ororo: That’s because it is you, you oblivious dumbass. Now go ask him out.

Peter: *sleep deprived* SKELETONS AREN’T SCARY.

Peter: WE’RE FILLED WITH PULSING, OOZING MEAT.

X-Men: *horrified silence*

Peter: IT’S THE MEAT THAT’S SCARY.

Peter: THE MEAT.

Erik: *sobbing* Peter, wha-

Scott: Honestly, nothing he says surprises me anymore.

Google maps: 10 minute walk

Scott: *bi, caffeinated* 8 minute walk