[With a groan and an over-dramatic throwback of his head, Gold heads in with Silver. His feet are dragging, with the sinking suspicion that they're either gonna see some stupid romance movie or like a film about bubbling away in his stomach. There's a slim chance that they might actually see something cool.
But it's slim. So slim.
As slim as a leaf or something. Slim as Crys's patience.
...shit, he really needs to not think about Crys. So, hey, what movie are we seeing, partner, any of his mental assumptions right??
It's the romance chick flick ain't it. That is sooo the name of a romance chick flick.]
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But it's slim. So slim.
As slim as a leaf or something. Slim as Crys's patience.
...shit, he really needs to not think about Crys. So, hey, what movie are we seeing, partner, any of his mental assumptions right??
It's the romance chick flick ain't it. That is sooo the name of a romance chick flick.]