[ The movies are already a novel experience to him, even before sitting down in one of those iconic movie chairs with a bucket of popcorn. He stares at each of the backlit posters on the way with curiosity, nearly ignoring the content—porn—in favor of the way they're printed with script and names across the top. The smell of butter is so thick in the air it nearly blocks out every other scent... which isn't much of a problem when those scents are sugar and the faint tickle of clorox. He isn't even inside and these elements assault him as he approaches the front doors, flashing her a cheeky little grin. ]
Hey! [ he waves, trotting over to her, ] So this is a theater. I was expecting something more like where they have plays.
[ That much he is familiar with.
He's dressed much differently than the last time she had seen him. Gone are the leather shoes and buttoned up shirt; now he sports a simple pair of athletic sweats and a t-shirt. He might even look like a modern day man if not for his shag of long hair, tied at the nape with a leather band. Kimono and hakama will always be his first choice but he has come to embrace the joys of cotton stretch. ]
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Hey! [ he waves, trotting over to her, ] So this is a theater. I was expecting something more like where they have plays.
[ That much he is familiar with.
He's dressed much differently than the last time she had seen him. Gone are the leather shoes and buttoned up shirt; now he sports a simple pair of athletic sweats and a t-shirt. He might even look like a modern day man if not for his shag of long hair, tied at the nape with a leather band. Kimono and hakama will always be his first choice but he has come to embrace the joys of cotton stretch. ]
Were you waiting long?