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Who: Kurama & Yuri
What: A date... And some accidental memory reading. As you do.
When: May 13, later in the day
Where: Movie theater somewhere /waves hand
Warnings: Uh. Well. Probably talks of suicide, violence, horror, etc. because of who kurama and yuri are as people. also heavy UST, probably.

[She should go home.

This was the thought that kept circling through her mind as she waited around for Kurama to show up--if he'd show up. What if he never showed up? What was she supposed to do if she was stood up? She supposed go to Hakkai and Gojyo's, because if there's one thing she can trust is there would be plenty of wine for her to drown her sorrows in if need be. Not that she was really the type to indulge in that kind of thing anyhow, but it's nice to have the option, right?

She turns away from the crowd to examine her reflection a moment, feeling incredibly silly. She'd dressed up, (in a dark, navy blue because light colors didn't really suit Yuri) which was a little weird enough for her, but even the light make-up she put on felt like overkill and it took all Yuri had to not start rubbing at her face to get it off.

This was stupid and she should go home. Could she fake sick? Was it too late to fake sick and become a hermit? Wait, no, Kurama knew where she lived and it would be just like him to show up with some kind of plant claiming it'd help her feel better or something. Still, that might be preferable...

She continues to frown at her reflection, turning her head this way and that to look at herself, pushing her hair behind her ears. Maybe an emergency would come up and Kurama just wouldn't show and she could put this off for longer.]

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[All Yuri's fretting is about to come to an end, for better or for worse. Kurama arrives a little ways down the sidewalk, all dressed up himself with quite possibly the best hair of his entire human life, and walks up to Yuri like a normal person without the ability to teleport. It makes this feel more like something they might be doing if they weren't gods, and if it gives him a moment to admire how nicely Yuri cleans up, so much the better.

She really is a beautiful young woman, and with the low back of that dress and her neck exposed, Kurama thinks he might wind up having a lot of fun testing her psychic control today. He doesn't want to be too creepy, though, so rather than sidle up behind her Kurama stops a respectful distance from Yuri's side.] I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.

[She should have felt him coming, and she might have had she been at all inclined to keep her senses on the lookout for him. But she hadn't been focusing on that at all, so when he speaks, Yuri jumps and inhales sharply, whirling about to face him.]

Kurama-- You're here. [Why did she sound do surprised?? She eyes him up and down and then hastily looks away, brushing more stray hair from her face that's escaped from where its been pulled up.]

Um. [Maybe going to Gojyo for advice would've been a good idea, she thinks, but she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, forcing herself to be calm again] ...You look nice. [looking at his outfit and then her own, she makes an amused noise] We even ended up matching.

I'm sure Kuwabara will take that as a sign of our great romantic destiny. [He smiles despite the exasperation in his voice, more amused than anything.] You look lovely, though. I'm not sure I'll be able to focus on the movie.

[How much time do they have until that, anyway? They might want to save some of the flirting for the theater.]

[SIGH. Why was Kuwabara like this.] I wonder if he was like that back in his world too... [She suspected so, since it wasn't like shinki's personalities seemed to change much but.

Her ears turn red at the compliment and she looks away; my those advertisements were interesting.] I can find a jacket to put on, if it'll be too much for you. [An innocent offer, just thinking of him, you know! She hides a smile and checks the time. Speaking of--] There's a movie starting in about 15 minutes that we can catch. [Yuri hesitates slightly, uncertain] Horror was still okay, right?

[The very idea of Yuri putting a jacket on right now is unacceptable, so Kurama steps closer to derail that train of thought with a gentle hand to her shoulder.] Horror will be perfect, and if it gets boring I can tell you about Kuwabara's passion for girls with blue hair.

[He made a point of looking up movie theaters near where Yuri had asked to meet, so he has an idea of where they're probably going, but he doesn't mind letting her lead the way since she's steering everything else so far.]

[Yuri holds her breath a moment, his hand warm against her skin. Suddenly she's painfully reminded of their agreement of lessons and testing her abilities and all that entailed.] Girls with blue hair? [She grasps at the first thing to focus on other than his hand and looks amused despite herself, turning to lead him off.

She doesn't particularly consider herself a leader or anything, and she doesn't particularly feel comfortable making decisions, but it's nice to have had some things already planned out in her mind.]

I suppose, technically, we don't actually have to buy tickets or anything... [They could just slip in completely unnoticed, after all.]

[Girls with blue hair. It's definitely a story he's saving for later, though, especially with that little spike of interest in the air and Yuri talking about adding an element of trespass to their movie-watching experience. Kuwabara's young loves just don't compare.]

Movie tickets do cost a lot these days. We might as well save ourselves the money and the clerks the trouble.

Hmm. [She hums in acknowledgement, watching how no one pays them any particular attention or even spares a second glance as they walk past. Their particular theater isn't particularly crowded either, thankfully, allowing them some illusion of privacy; the movie's been out for a week or so now, so it's not drawing in the same crowds it might have on opening day.

It had had good reviews and seemed interesting enough without diving into pure gorn for shock value--which worked better for Yuri. She saw enough violence as it was, thank you very much.]

You're a bad influence. [He had perfect opportunity to talk her out of her suggestion of mild criminal activities, and yet here they were.]

It's a good thing they didn't make me someone's shinki, then. [Seeing the wide selection of seats they have available, Kurama makes an executive decision and leads Yuri up to the very back row--not for any ulterior motives, although it might seem that way given how things have escalated between them, but because he likes how much easier it is to see the whole screen.]

We should've brought in snacks stolen from a convenience store and made it a trifecta.

You'd have to actually feel guilty for it to be a problem. [She eyes him with no small amount of suspicion at his choice of seat, but she smooths her dress out and takes a seat. She leans back and then jumps a little, sitting up straight with a small noise of irritation--the back of the seat is a little cold, and her dress is cut low enough in the back that she can't quite avoid it right now.]

Ha-- Just how far are you planning on corrupting me? I take it back, you were right-- It's a good thing you aren't someone's shinki.

I don't mean to take you any farther than you're willing to go. [He takes the seat next to her and checks the armrest between them, pushing it up out of the way when it proves to be movable. This leaves plenty of room to insinuate his arm between Yuri's bare back and the cool upholstery, and Kurama uses the opportunity to drag the backs of his fingers over Yuri's skin before settling his arm loosely around her waist.

Looks like round two of Handsy Chicken is about to begin.] I wouldn't mind seeing how far that is, though.

[She watches him move the armrest with confusion, then jumps slightly in surprise and gasps when his arm goes around her. The ghosting of fingers over her skin has her shifting in her seat.

She can't decide yet if the dress was a good idea or a bad one, but she doesn't push Kurama's arm off of her and in fact leans into the embrace. Unsure what to do with her own hands, she rests them on her lap, fingers playing with the hem of the dress.]

There are people around... [It's more a cautioned warning (just so that he's aware as if, somehow, he hadn't been before) and despite the fact that it was her who suggesting sneaking in anyhow because no one would be able to see them, the fact slips her mind in a moment of nervousness.

Of course, there's nothing off about a guy putting his arm around a girl in the movies or anything either and Yuri can't help but feel a little irritated with herself at how quickly her body responded to something so innocent. For a given value of innocent with Kurama.]

[The fact that there are people around is probably the only thing keeping Kurama from skipping the pretenses right now, Yuri's gasping and movement in her seat far more interesting than the little commercials playing as the last few minutes before the movie begins slowly tick away. As it stands, he'll just have to find it within himself to be patient.]

Then we'll watch the movie as planned and save the fun part for after. I have nothing but time. [Time and a nice view down the front of her dress. Sometimes it's really nice being tall.]

...You're terrible.

[But what part he's being terrible about--not continuing or making promises for 'after'--isn't clear. It takes her another few moments, but eventually she takes a breath and relaxes, watching the screen with only mild interest. When the lights dim she glances to him and then back to the screen, leaning in slightly to keep her voice low.]

The reviews said it was good, but supernatural horror is always a little hit or miss. [Like, really. Is that how people thought possessions worked? Please.] Try not to get too scared. [She says that but she's the one who's probably going to be jumping and falling for ever jump scare here]

I'll count on you to keep me safe. [He's not even denying the "terrible" part: it's objectively true and something he quite enjoys maintaining most of the time. The movie is starting now, though, and with Yuri a warm physical and spiritual presence at his side, it's easy to settle in and see what they'll be expected to believe for the next couple of hours.

Maybe five minutes in, Kurama begins to sweep his fingers idly over their portion of Yuri's waist--mostly deliberately--and leans in this time to offer his own commentary rather than a response.] If that man doesn't die, I'd be surprised.

[As much as Yuri pretends to be otherwise, she's getting invested enough that the sudden touch of his fingers makes her tense in surprise and she shoots him an accusing look. He totally did that on purpose. At least it hadn't been during an actual scary moment.

She glances back at the screen and hums thoughtfully.] He's the most skeptical-- the skeptics almost always die. [A pause and she adds] Unless he's already dead. [But does Yuri really trust this movie to be that clever about it...]

[It's only through a combination of long practice and distraction that Kurama keeps from laughing when Yuri tenses up next to him. Sometimes it's just fun to scare your friends, even when that scare is unintentional and barely qualifies as one.]

Someone has to prove that the rules of the story are absolute. [His fingers keep moving against Yuri's side, recording over and over again the soft texture of the cloth beneath them.] He's not very likable, is he?

Probably so we don't feel bad when he dies. Honestly, no one in this story's very likable so far.

[Why do they all have to be assholes!!] Except the son. He's not so bad. It's.. hard when you can see things and no one believes you. [She speaks from experience after all. But it's said with a sort of quiet resignation and acceptance-- it happened, she's... not over it, but it's not like she can do anything about it, so. Whatever.

Yuri holds herself still, but every once in a while he brushes a ticklish spot that has her squirming a little in her seat or inhaling sharply. It's a nice distraction from both her own thoughts and the movie]

The son will probably be okay in the end. Modern storytellers aren't usually that cruel.

[He catches Yuri's tone, but goofing off at the back of a movie theater isn't the time or the place for emotional conversations about the past, so Kurama makes a note to ask about it later and continues on his current course, seeking out the ticklish spots with increasingly unerring accuracy.

Oh dear, the background music is changing. Something's probably about to happen.]

Kids are usually safe... [She can agree with that much. And she's rather glad he's choosing to distract her for now, she can appreciate the effort even if she doesn't appreciate the method.

She squirms more and presses a hand to her mouth, leaning more heavier against him in an effort to escape the tickling. The amount of effort she's putting in to still paying attention to the screen is almost admirable in its stubbornness, but she's maybe concentrating a little too hard... There's definitely a jump scare coming up and she's definitely not prepared for it.

When it happens she totally jumps with a gasp along with half the theater, and there's a smattering of laughter afterwards as the tense situation diffuses]

[Even Kurama's not completely immune to jump scares, but he's learned how to fake it pretty well, so by the time this one comes he's focused enough on breathing deep and steady that he only barely tenses next to Yuri. This sadly makes it more difficult for him to appreciate her leaning on him, but he does notice it's happening! Which means it's time to move his hand just a bit higher and see if her ribs are as ticklish as her waist while the family onscreen acts like nothing weird is going on.]

[The squirming resumes with increased vigor and she shoots him a look] Kurama. [An accusing hiss, because now she's certain he's doing this all on purpose. Her ribs are definitely more ticklish and she's not happy about her secret being exposed--especially not to someone like Kurama who she knows will take advantage of it. Her fingers curl into her dress again, twisting the fabric high on her legs.

On the screen there's some minor drama unrelated to the main horror conflict--something about the son's parents and a divorce or whatever. Yuri can't even remember or if it's something she actually should be paying attention to. They do seem to be trying to set up it might all be in the mother's head...[]

Yes? [His voice is the embodiment of innocence, but Yuri's right: he's definitely doing this on purpose. Kurama tears his attention away from the screen, where the son is denying his mother's accusations of misbehavior, to look down the front of Yuri's dress again and take note of her skirt beginning to creep up her thighs. With a couple weeks between his visit to her temple and now, it was easy for even Kurama to forget how shyly eager for attention she'd been by the time he had to leave, but now he really is starting to wonder what she'll let him do here in the dark.] Do you need help sitting still?

[You're not fooling anyone, Kurama!! They still have so much of the movie to get through.

She straightens herself up some, trying to refocus her attention on the plot. Typical ghosts behind everything going on but the family stubbornly trying to blame each other or everything else Was this an American film? This seemed very American.]

And what kind of solution do you have in mind? [She's interested despite herself even if her tone is a touch suspicious.]

Why, keeping my hands to myself. Unless there's something else that has you so full of energy. [This time, when he brushes his fingers against a spot along Yuri's ribs that he's already discovered to be vulnerable, it's not so much a tickle as a caress.

What? He has to make it a tough choice to keep them alert through the predictable parts!]

[Yuri hesitates a moment, breath hitching at his touch, and she turns her head to look at him. That might've been a mistake though--there's something oddly appealing by the way the light from the screen shifts over his face.]

It's-- fine. [She trails off, mumbling in embarrassment before she forces herself to look away. Her hands smooth out the hem of her dress, laying flat against her legs as she takes a breath, attempting to calm herself. She can do this. She can totally deal with whatever Kurama throws her way.] I don't mind it. But it's hard to take the movie seriously when you're tickling me...

I'll try to behave myself a little better, then. [Startiiiing... now. Kurama drags his hand back down to Yuri's waist and a tiny bit lower, settling with deliberate laziness on her hip, and then just leaves it there in favor of focusing on the next few minutes of the movie.

Unexpectedly, the mother starts to believe the son when he identifies the one who's been getting him in trouble in a photograph of a group of people, most of whom are dead. The father, however, remains doubtful.]

[Yuri holds her breath a moment but when he doesn't do anything further she begins to relax again.

There's definitely something else going on behind the scenes in this movie; Yuri can't spot all the red herrings or fake outs, the deliberate camera angles and music are misleading and while Yuri has a couple different theories on how this'll play out, she can't be sure what's 'right.'

She leans forward a little in interest, completely missing the set up for another jump scare until it happens. She yelps quietly and jumps, instinctively pressing against Kurama as she tries to get a grip on her pounding heart.]

I was going to say I liked this movie so far, but I think I take it back. [Grumpy.]

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