maxim ran a hand through his bleach blond hair and brought it back to the popcorn bucket between the two of you to calmly reach in. he had been asked out - yeah, that's right, not the other way around - to go watch a movie with his... talking stage? if that was what you two were

the movie you two chose was inside out 2, a movie which's first part had come out when both of you were children. though maxim had really loved the first part and therefore obviously wanted to know how the story of riley and her emotions continued, most of the time his eyes weren't on the screen but on you

you, though, were oblivious, or at least pretended to be, but not once did you turn your head to look back at him. the boy found it strangely endearing, having you so utterly absorbed by what was supposedly a children's movie

sometimes you would lean over and whisper some complaints about the new emotions in his ear and he would nod and agree half-heartedly since he didn't really grasp any of the drama occurring on the big screen

only fifty-seven minutes later, the movie was over, and all that maxim could remember was your haircolor and what your perfume smelled like, and that the new orange emotion was a huge pain in the ass. he followed you out of the large, dimly lit room and stepped outside into an almost painfully bright entrance hall, pulling you over to a couch and falling down on it lazily, casually draping your legs over his

maxim wasn't one to shy away from things like these, he only lived once and, in his opinion, not taking risks or opportunities was something only boring people did

his fingers softly drummed against your knees as he looked over at you, shooting you a lopsided grin at the look of surprise on your face, "so," he began, looking at the clock; 48 minutes until your train arrived, "how'd you like the movie?"

"orange was a huge fucking pain in the ass, what was it again? anxiety right? hated it," he complained to seem like he had picked up at least something from the movie