PRECIOUS LITTLE LIFE !

     Scott does nothing but roll his eyes at Wallace's comment. He was used to these sort of little taunts and for the most part he didn't really care nor did he try to stop him. Besides, if it meant they could actually do something that day - something Scott didn't have to pay for - Wallace could call it a date if he really wanted.

" Uhm... isn't there a theater by the mall, anyway? " There was one a handful of blocks away, an old theater that showed older films, but nothing Scott would particularly like walking to. At least there was buses to take - way to go Toronto!

" We could go to the mall first, if you want, we don't really go there a lot, " Scott didn't seem really sure, but the idea of just sitting around doing nothing wasn't all that pleasing.

" Movies stay open late anyway, right? "

   "That theater that only shows old movies?" He gets up from his chair, stretching out as he stands. "Yeah, we could probably see if there's something there we could watch." Though, what was very likely to happen would be they'd have to go all the way across town to see a decent movie.

   "After the mall, though, yeah." He agrees, most theaters were open until midnight, last he checked. no matter what niche they filled. "I think the movies are usually open until midnight."

   He gets himself ready to leave the house, with Scott in tow. Grabbing his Jacket from the hooks by the door and his keys and wallet from where they sat on the shelving that held the tv.

Scott rolls to his feet as Wallace did, following after him with only hope guiding the way. Hope of something fun to do, better than sitting around the house and wasting away when he, for once, finally felt the urge to do something that wasn't just laze around reading comic books or replaying his assortment of old video games on Wallace's system.

" Uhm... no, " Scott admits. He didn't really go to the mall so what stores might be kept inside wasn't something he really knew off the top of his head either. Scott didn't really shop at any 'name brand' places anyway, living off whatever he could scrim and save or blatantly steal from Wallace and it wasn't like either of them were rolling around with extra cash to throw at the more expensive clothes. Honestly, Scott was still wearing a handful of shirts from college, at least the ones that didn't get too stained or ripped.

" They've got a game store there? Or music? " A man of simple needs, truly. Wallace could also just deposit him off at an arcade and he'd be content to waste away his time staring at pixels on a screen while Wallace did something more productive.

Scott slides on his coat, struggling with one of the sleeves for a brief moment before he finally managed to get a hand through.

     Nega Scott was not a people person - at least not in the same way his counterpart was - but even he was not someone that would say no to a little affection. At least not from Wallace, mostly on account of his aforementioned counterpart's way too complicated feelings on the man. Nega Scott just couldn't help it, even at his worst he'd always come back to Wallace.

The bonus of this, of course, was pissing Scott off. For obvious reasons the two didn't like one another and, likewise, Scott didn't like him hanging around his friends. Especially not if said friends seemed to like his company.

The smile turns less mischievous, more soft at the other's touch, if only for a few moments.

He doesn't speak or try to explain, instead raising a hand to just prod the other's cheek. A little bit too repetitive, but even in his tamest moments it was impossible for him to be anything but a nuisance. He wanted Wallace and what he was getting up to was plain and simple - pester him, especially if it meant keeping him from doing essential chores.

Eventually though, he gestures with his other hand to gesture to the door. Always a bad influence, he wanted Wallace to forget his duty and go out with him.

   Wallace lets him poke at his cheek, doing his absolute best to not give into the other's incessant need for attention and continue to work on the task at hand. He needed to get chores done. But good lord was it difficult, especially with Negascott insisting on being a little pest.

   It's not until Negascott's motioning for the door that Wallace finally gives him attention. "What?" he's still got that deadpan chime to his tone, turning to better acknowledge the shadow of his friend.

   "You wanna go somewhere?" He infers, curious as to where Negascott wanted to go. Wallace glances back to his pile of clean clothes, then back to the man.

   He sets down what he was just folding, in favor of indulging the Shadow. "Alright. Let me grab my coat." Wallace agrees as he heads for the door, and the jackets hung up on the wall right next to it.

Almost as soon as Wallace agreed to head out, NegaScott reacted by immediately throwing his hands up into the air in a silent cheer. He was excited, happy, even! Nothing was worse than having to be a responsible adult, spending your precious time with boring chores. A negative influence, he was, but it appeared as if even Wallace wasn't immune to his ways. He's quick to follow after him, snatching his own coat from the wall - a miracle in and of itself. NegaScott had only bothered to toss it up there after much nagging from his counterpart for making a mess - and shoving his arms through the sleeves. He's quick to open the door as well, stepping outside and holding it open just long enough for Wallace to join him outside.

He's positively beaming, a rare mood that happens the most around Wallace. A shame for everyone else: A bored NegaScott is a destructive NegaScott.

He holds up his hands next and mimes out the motion of walking with his fingers. A walk first was his idea. Something pleasant, he thinks, that the both of them would like. He just needed to move and, though he'd rather break something, he figured he'd just end up getting yelled at.

It's next then that he mimes someone eating - maybe they could stop for lunch? NegaScott holds up a finger - wait a moment - as he shoves his free hand into his coat pocket and pulls out a handful of assorted bills. He'll even pay! Partially, at least.