<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Cyclops</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Scott Summers<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>The Great Room<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>colorblind dot ugly Xmas sweater, snug jeans, boots.  His signature visor.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mention of Deadpool | Mention of Jean | Mention of Quicksilver | Rogue | Open to Any<br/><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong>Zat You Santa Claus? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEP2IrByImw&t=78s)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There were times where he really hated Deadpool.  All he did was be cruel.  He used his "insanity" and pain as an excuse to just be an asshole to everyone, unless it was a girl he wanted to fuck.  As if everyone didn't have pain.  There was no point trying to get rid of him because that would just cause more trouble than it was worth.  He simply had to be tolerated until he went somewhere else to make the world a worse place and murder people.<br/><br/>He was the last person to cheer up Jean.  But Scott wasn't going to go after her either.  Despite whatever nonsense Deadpool had spouted about a triangle, he was just a friend to Jean.  Well, that was generous.  He was a nuisance.  A headache.  She was angry with him.  He could tell, lack of telepathy not withstanding.  While it might have been Pietro's prank, it was his fault there was a hole in the ceiling.  He'd driven her out of the room in frustration after breaking the mansion.  Again.  So he just watched the assassin go and then tried to fix what he'd ruined.  Deadpool hadn't been wrong about that.<br/><br/>All he could do to try to make it up to her was make the Christmas what she wanted.  So he got the tree situated centered in the metal holder, standing straight up and proud.  He gathered the presents that were there, including those Hank brought and the ones he'd set aside earlier under the tree.  More around the tree given how many there were.  Except for the one that he kept in his pocket.  He called up his Christmas playlist through the wireless speakers in the room and set it to randomized play.  Then he started to decorate the tree.  Hopefully some of the others would join in.  Maybe not.  The mood had taken a downturn.<br/><br/>When Rogue returned and approached him, Scott gave a nod.  "That's a nice dress.  You look good."  Though she had before too, for that matter.  "No, he hasn't.  I'm not expecting one tonight."  He shook his head, "Rogue, as a favor to me, just...let it go for tonight.  Let's try to get back some of the good feeling we had before I-before things went south.  I'll take it up with him tomorrow."<br/><br/>He paused and then rummaged in one of the plastic totes and pulled out the angel for the Christmas tree.  It was a doll of Angel in that the first costume he'd worn after the old black and yellow uniform with light up wings.  "Care to do the honors and put Angel on the tree?"