[It kind of sounds like a proprosition, and Scott realizes abruptly that bras are....good things for girls to have. He, of course, doesn't have one. He crosses his arms over the giant white tee shirt that he is basically swimming in.]
Um, yeah, okay, I'll just--
[He pauses, though, half turned toward his closet, as something plays over in his head. When he looks back at Allison, his brow is pulled together: the expression is pretty much as confused and adorable as ever.]
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Um, yeah, okay, I'll just--
[He pauses, though, half turned toward his closet, as something plays over in his head. When he looks back at Allison, his brow is pulled together: the expression is pretty much as confused and adorable as ever.]
Did you just call me Scout?