SCOTT W. PILGRIM . . . MORE LIKE A LEAGUE OF BO-RING .ᐟ #MVRP #SPVTWRP

scott could feel his legs begin to buckle, a little. hes mesmerized by wallace, its like this... blood sucking thing... put a spell on him. "not cute.." he muttered quietly, too enamored by wallace sucking his neck.

scott raises an eyebrow in confusion at wallace's remarks. "that seems.... really unfair to say wallace." he doesn't get why wallace hates ramona so much. they're broken up, and scotts over her, but he still considers ramona a friend at least. . .

scott rolls his eyes and groans. why was wallace being such an ass? ...whatever. he went to look through his pockets again. "how much was it again?"

fuck, he totally should've said 'do you not have something up your butt for once'... that wouldve been so much more funnier. "okay, then YOU pick." he says, feeling defiant.

he finds a spare dollar in his pockets, crumpled up and crinkly, but still a dollar. he hands it to him, rolling his eyes.

"do you just... hate every girl i date?" he asks.

he looks at the video game, then wallace. "will you play with it me? at least once?"

a light smirk appears across scott's face as he looks at the older man. "you'll see...?" he teases.

"wallace...." he hates it when wallace bottles up his feelings and doesn't talk about them.

he lets out a squeak of surprise, but quickly kisses him back, hungrily and passionately.

"you do?" he smiles, his eyes lighting up like a god damn puppy.

"whats wrong?" he asks.

"might?" he gives him the puppy dog eyes.