"Come on, just one last shirt," Vincent said, attempting to pull Scott back into the store. "We don't have to buy it, we can just look around."

Scott sighed, rolling his eyes, "/One/ more shirt. Okay?"

Linda came bouncing up to Scott. She held out a receipt, "Look! A cute chick gave me her phone number!"

Scott raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you've decided it would be a fun social experiment to start dating girls."

"Well, I hadn't decided yet, but now I have," Linda grinned. "No pressure to have kids!"

Scott frowned slightly, "Don't go leading any girls on, Linda. We're not social experiments, we get broken hearts too."

"Awww, look who's started referring to gays as "we"~" Linda hummed, "I'm so happy for you, all out and proud."

Scott smiled, "Well, it beats being closeted, that's for sure."

"Scooootttt!" Vincent's voice called out, "You /have/ to come and see this!"

Scott grinned, "My future boyfriend awaits..." He wasn't sure when he'd decided he was certain that Vincent and he would be together forever, but one thing's for sure, it felt so natural, and he loved it.

"Look! Matching shirts!" Vincent grinned, "This one's yours."

Scott took the shirt from Vincent and looked at it. It was black with plain white letters, 'I'm the Uke.' Vincent had one that said, 'I'm the Seme.'

Scott looked down at the shirt, then up at Vincent. Then back down at the shirt, then back up at Vincent, "But what if /I want to top?"

Vincent actually froze, going completely rigid, his white eyes wide. Scott watched as a pink hue crawled across his face and could virtually see the shiver that ran up his spine.

Huh, what do you know. Vincent could get flustered, too.

"Y-You want to... you want to top? Me?" Vincent put a hand to his head, "So this is what they mean when they say 'it's always the quiet ones'."

"Well- maybe just once. I mean, might as well try it out, right? You know, like Mike said, experimenting..." Scott found himself getting flustered as well as he tried to explain, blushing, "I-I might n-not be seme, b-but I might top once. E-Even if it's... only in positioning..." He trailed off, realising he was digging himself into a hole.

Vincent was more pink than purple now, he was blushing furiously. Then he leaned forward, grabbing Scott by the shoulder. "You have /no idea the things I'm going to do to you when I get the chance."

He walked off, leaving Scott to be the one frozen in place, blushing to the empty racks of clothing.