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Movie Sign Theatre 3000, Monday Evening

Yurika hadn't felt like catching the newest Bund movie, or that other one with blowing things up. Or even that other one with explosions. She was in the mood for something cute, and, okay, maybe-kinda-date-ish.

Shush. She was, occasionally, allowed to be a bit romantic.

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[OOC: For the date, but open for other movie-goers.]

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Romeo was there on time and cheery. It had been too long since they did anything off-campus. "Hello, love," came his light greeting as he looked at the poster. "This looks like it ought to be good."

"Haaaaai!" she answered, bouncing over to claim a kiss. "I thought it looked like a nice date movie. How did your final go?"

"We threw pumpkins," Romeo reported, giddily returning her kiss. "I believe my work went well enough. How was your day of leisure?"

"Lazy!" she laughed, practically pulling him towards the concessions stand. "I have to think up some sort of cookie-project for my cooking class, but I'm not too worried about that."

"Add lots of chocolate and you won't fail," Romeo suggested, following along and peering at the candies. "I need red Twizzlers, by the by. It is mandatory.

"Mandatory, huh? Then I get the Junior Mints and an Icee," Yurika proclaimed as she gave his hand a squeeze. "We want any popcorn?"

"We're at a movie," Romeo said. "Of course we need popcorn." He eyed their growing order. "...we'll skip dinner."

"Go right to dessert?" she asked innocently, bouncing a bit. "I think I could handle that. A large popcorn, so that we have lots to share." And to possibly throw at the screen, if the movie turned out to be bad.

"Can we get extra butter on it?" Romeo asked hopefully. In his experience, girls never let him get butter.

"Duh, yes," Dojima giggled. The entire idea of movies was to eat as unhealthily as possible during the film.

"So, a large popcorn, a large blue Icee, red Twizzlers, and a box of Junior Mints." She looked over at him and grinned. "You want anything to drink, or are you willing to risk the blue tongue and share my slushie?"

Romeo's turn to bounce. "I'll get a Coke," he decided. "Though I'll probably steal some slushie as well."

He reached for his wallet, glancing at her. "You got the tickets, may I pay for this much?"

"Oooooo...mix some slushie into the soda. That always tastes good!"

Yurika tapped her finger against her cheek, pretending to think about it. "I suppose. Although if we're still bouncing at four in the morning from all the sugar, we're splitting the cost of the pizza we end up ordering," she teased.

Romeo looked distinctly dubious at her beverage suggestion, but ... "I'll try a little that way, anyhow," he said. "And that sounds like a perfect plan, if we're up and hungry at 4 a.m."

He paid the clerk for their food then headed toward the theater, pausing to dump some extra salt on the popcorn with a look of great satisfaction upon his face.

Yurika reached over to steal a piece of the popcorn as they walked. She had to be sure to get her share before the greedy boy ate it all. "I'll be awake, at least. I should at least try to study for Skywalker's test. I'm probably going to do a terrible job, since half the time he hates my answers, but at least I'll have tried."

"He ought not grade on how close you come to his ideal," Romeo grumbled. "But if you stay awake, I ought to do the same just so you have company."

Distracting company, but company.

Distracting company was usually the best kind.

"It is ethics, I thought being the ideal was the idea," Yurika joked lightly. "I've got my own ethics of what's right and wrong, and that's enough for me. If he disagrees, there's not much I can do to change his opinion." Just like he probably would never change her opinions of his ethics.

"But that is tomorrow, and this is today, and today I have a date." Yurika reached out to link her arm with his as they progressed towards the theater. "A very cute date, I might add, who just volunteered himself to me for the evening!"

She would only use that power for good. Honestly.

Romeo gave her an affectionate look. "I suppose I did, though from the way you say that I wonder what you might make me get up to." He plopped into a seat midway back and tried to feed Yurika some popcorn before he even got his coat off.

"Don't worry," she teased, nipping at his fingers as she let him feed her. "I won't make you test my baking experiments or anything like that. I promise."

Romeo leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I would eat them, if they're chocolate," he protested.

Yurika gave him a skeptical look, and reached over to steal more of the popcorn. "So you're going to help me with cooking final? Really? Did you hit your head on the way into the theater?"

"I said I would eat the experiments," Romeo repeated, amused. "I'm not mixing things or anything truly insane."

He lowered his voice, wanting to ask one other thing before the trailers started. "Had you thought about Christmas?"

"What about it?" Yurika asked lightly, purposely stamping down on the quick flash of panic. "I was going to go shopping after class tomorrow, I'm running a little behind, since I wasn't sure what the rules about Christmas were around here. For all I knew, the island was going to turn my gifts sentient."

"I haven't finished my shopping yet either," Romeo said, dismissing it. "Though now you'll make me wait until I can get off-island. But could I invite you back to Verona with me, just for a few days? Ben and Rosaline have invited us."

[OOC: My connection died. Sorry.]

Yurika's eyes widened in surprise. "Nani? You want me to go to Verona with you?" she practically squeaked. Breathe. That doesn't mean the same thing it does at home. "Are you sure?"

"It would hardly be Christmas if I had to spend it without you," Romeo protested, squinting at Yurika in the dim light. She seemed shocked, and he wasn't sure that was good. "Would you want to come?"

"Um." Despite the dark, Yurika ducked her head out of habit, hiding behind her hair to disguise the blush creeping over her cheeks. "Ano, yeah, sure. If it's not going to get you in trouble, having me along."

Oh blessed kami, she was acting like some lovesick idiot.

"You'll have to help me pick out presents, then, for your cousins," she said firmly. "Christmas is sort of like a Japanese-version of Valentine's Day, so I have no idea what's appropriate." There. See? That was easy to say.

Ignore the blushing. It's totally a trick of the light.

"It's a family day for us," Romeo told her. "Church, lots of food, more church, more food. I can get you out of most of the religious bits."

He squeezed her hand. "Of course I'll go shopping with you, but any gift would be mroe than enough. They'll just be happy to see you again." Shocked he was still with her, perhaps, but happy. And his father ... was his father.

"If you think I can fake my way through it, I'll do the religious bits too," she promised, returning the squeeze. "I even promise to be a perfect princess, too."

"You could never be anything less," Romeo told her happily. "And yes, I'll help you fake it. Most of it is just sitting, standing and kneeling."

And then the previews were starting, so he hushed, but he kept hold of her hand. He could eat his candy with the other one.

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