Sunday 1.19: Moving Pictures

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[7bladed...remind me if Ran returns to his room later and doesn't comment on Aya's letter. I can be ditzy]

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Ran had been so intent on not having to speak to Yohji again that he'd left without demanding where they were going. It irritated that he'd been so irresponsible, but they had their phones. If something came up, they could be reached.

He'd left the address of the theater on the table on a small yellow slip of paper, but nothing else.

The car ride to United Cinemas was tense, to say the least. Ran insisted on driving, Aya-chan in the front seat. Ran spent the ride stiffly straight, focused only on the road, even despite the voice nagging him to make the night pleasant for his sister's sake.

The theater was crowded. Once they got there Ran stood silently but a foot back from the others to have a better view of the passers-by, waiting for the younger two to make their selection.

[as a note, I took United Cinemas from Wiki.]

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Omi's eyes widened briefly before a blink. What? "But you didn't want any, right? Why are you..." Omi had thought it would be nice for Ran and Aya to have a few extra minutes together. They were the siblings.

He did recognize the futility of arguing, however, and surrendered it without further protest. "Could you get extra butter on mine?" And then another idea hit him, and he perked. "And that sour apple candy! And a medium coke?"

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The thought made Ran both nauseous and incredulous. His mouth turned down slightly in disapproval, but he gave a short nod. He turned to his sister, too disgusted to manage a smile. "Do you want anything?"

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Aya-Chan shook her head. "No thanks, I'm good." She couldn't help but giggle a bit at Ran's reaction. "Though, I'm tempted to order something just to watch you turn greener."

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Ran rolled his eyes, an automatic response, and then nodded to the door. He turned and went to stand in line.

A small voice worried in the back of his mind that maybe he should have let Omi get the concessions, but he (he had to remind himself) trusted Omi and it was just for a moment.

You can't even let her go for five minutes.

Because when you do, catastrophies like this morning happen.

With Omi and Aya-chan out of his vision, his mind was flooded again.

He clamped down on his thoughts. Not now.

For now he'd just have to be alert.

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Omi bit down his smile at Aya's joke until Ran had turned and gone for the concessions.

"I guess we should get our seats, shouldn't we? Do you like the back or the front?"

As he walked her towards the theater, he made a mental note to next time ask for extra butter in the coke, too.

The thought triggered an eruption of giggles.

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"Mmm... I like the back." But before Aya had the chance to complete her sentence, Omi had burst into laughter. Though a bit confused, Aya couldn't help but smile a little; laughter was contagious, it seemed.

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Omi nodded. "Me too." He turned long enough to call out to the Fujimiya brother that they'd be in the back, then led Aya into the darkened room. He took a brief scan of the interior before heading into one of the emptier rows in the rear. No tall people in front: good.

Not being an extraordinarily talkative person, once they'd chosen their seats Omi had little more to say. It seemed awkward sitting there with nothing to say, but his mind was blank of matters that could be discussed with her. Thinking about his teammates, the run-in that morning, wondering when they'd get their next mission, and occasionally surveying the theater for potential trouble. It wasn't likely, but then, he wouldn't have thought any potential harm in a trip to the store either.