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[ He trails after her as she drops down into the middle seats, taking one beside her and inserting the cups into the cup holders as directed. The theater is quiet without many other guests; no doubt having their fun in the casino for hours on end.

Rokurou leans back into the seat and pops his heels up on the back of the chair in front of him. ]

Then it’s just sit back and relax? This is pretty leisurely. Not at all like the shows back home, where you have to chase down the performers and can throw stuff at them if they do a bad job. Like tomatoes.

[ As there are no tomatoes within reach now, he assumes that this is not the same. ]

[ Fortunately, even with the trailers going on, chatting seems fine! The theatre is mostly empty. There are some people at the back, some at front, but it's not a packed place. They can talk! ]

Seriously? Why would you do that to the actors?

[ Sure, they did a bad job, but that's just awful, Rokurou! ]

It’s part of the fun. Hey, don’t look at me like that, that’s just how it is.

[ He laughs, crossing his arms with a small shrug. While he does glance at the advertisements rolling across the screen, he is more interested in her—so that’s where his attention mostly lands.

Movies had sounded fun, but he had really agreed for more of her company. ]

You think I started that? Come on, now.

[ She's never heard of such a thing! Weiss would not want to be an actress if people threw tomatoes at her! That's just so mean... even if she can be mean, too.

She'd just never do anything like that! It's fortunate they're in a theatre and she can't talk too loudly, because the way she voices out her judgment would be a lot more evident otherwise. She just sounds like she's holding a conversation now. ]

Have you ever done that to someone, then? What if they never performed again because of that?!

Me? No, I never had time for the theater. Growing up I served a lord and spent my time training with the sword. That’s all we were allowed to do, really.

[ Chained dogs. A rare bitter thought that drifts across his mind as he reminisces; he hadn’t hated growing up the way he had, as one not knowing anything else aside from his clan’s practices, but they had known themselves to be that much. Restrained and fettered. ]

I’m sure there were some that quit. I come from a pretty rough place, so it doesn’t seem that bad to me. I guess it wasn’t like that where you’re from?

I feel like if people where I'm from knew that they could throw tomatoes at bad actors, they would do it... but it just isn't something we would do.

[ Hmm... It's just a trailer that's showing so far, they can keep talking. ]

Did your lord throw tomatoes at people, too? The upper class wouldn't do anything that... [ "Uncivilised" is the word she wants to use, but she's really trying not to make it seem like she's calling Rokurou of all people uncivilised. ] Well, let's just say the upper class where I'm from wouldn't dirty their hands like that.

But they will talk those people down, embarrass them in front of others, and make sure they don't return to the stage if they were that awful.

[ Which may or may not be worse than being thrown tomatoes and other produce at, really. ]

Isn’t that worse? A tomato is only for a night, but crippling self-doubt and humiliation are forever.

[ That’s neither here nor there. He leans back in his seat to look at the screen, curious about the advertisements. As it happens, what he turns his attention back to is some very graphic porn. An advertisement for many of the other special private theaters with showings just for two, with the film of a group of people going at it meant to inspire romance.

Rokurou watches the advertisement of one person being serviced by seven others at once without blinking.

Deadpan: ]

Eight feels like too many.

I suppose... People who think they're above the rest always make sure those who don't meet their standards stay down forever.

[ It's really awful. Weiss used to be like those people, but she's fortunately seen the light. Sure, she can be a bit of a... rich girl at times, but she's definitely mellowed down a lot.

She's. . . admittedly never watched porn before, so this is a bit of a shocker for her. Any and all violent reactions are kept at bay, and she just minds her own business for the most of it. That is, until Rokurou speaks up. ]

Do people actually do that...?

[ Goodness! She can't help but swallow thickly, looking away for a bit as she tries not to get too flustered.

The next video that gets shown before the movie begins is a series of rules of the theatre. Some all seem pretty basic— no recording, no talking too loudly, and all that. Then the last one is a bit more graphic, with someone on their knees, between the legs of someone who's seemingly got a popcorn bucket on their lap.

The only rule about that? "Don't disturb others". Whatever that even means... ]

Oh. [ he stares at that past image, putting the pieces together, ] Is that something you do here? Eat popcorn out of someone’s lap?

[ In the wrong pattern. He turns to her expectantly, looking down between the bucket of popcorn and her face, trying to picture exactly how one would do it. Pour the popcorn on their lap? Stick their head in the bucket? ]

It seems a little inconvenient, even if you aren’t eating too loudly.

I'm pretty sure there's no popcorn eating happening.

[ The bucket's just conveniently there. . . blocking the view of others.

At least, that's how she seems to understand it. Don't take her words seriously, for she has no idea what she's even talking about. ]

I was going to say, I wouldn’t mind eating popcorn out of your lap.

[ He licks the tips of his index finger and thumb, both slick with butter. Maybe not the best choice given the mess it would make, but if it was a movie theater tradition, he would have given it a go.

Once the commercials end the movie begins to play. He sits back, amazed at the size of the screen, content to focus on the story for a while. Or try to! ]

... I can't tell if you're flirting with me or if you'd actually eat popcorn off my lap.

[ She just shakes her head at the thought. This was supposed to be his first movie ever! Whatever the case may be, while his charm certainly is very effective, she also wants him to experience (?) what film has to offer. It's why she withholds any further statements of her own, of how she could be the one doing the eating.

For now, she's going to grab a handful of the popcorn herself and eat it one at a time as the movie's first scene unfolds. ]

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