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"Here is fine," Kirin's gaze swung back to Zac in surprise. Kirin hadn't noticed the board, but was more than willing to stay here where it was warm and filled with coffee. Beat the hell out of the cold park and stone seats.

"Something else?" he echoed. "Did you want to leave the match for later? Is there something else you felt like doing today?"

Kirin tilted his head at Zac. "Yeah? I could go for that."

Strangely enough, Kirin's interest was peaked. Partly, he wanted to know what sort of film would have Zac so interested (in his own quiet, ignore-me-while-I-fade-into-a-corner way). The other part was a desire to go see these old theatres and non-mainstream movies. Kirin wasn't scared of subtitles or plots that didn't revolve around one guy killing everyone else off, or an average guy somehow scoring the hottest woman alive (or both in the same movie).

He slowly spun his empty coffee cup around in a circle with one finger. A teasing glint entered golden eyes. "You gonna buy me popcorn, too? Cause this is starting to sound like a date..."

Kirin stuck by what he'd said earlier about not assuming things were dates just because one half of a pair wore trousers and one half wore a skirt (over trousers), but this recipe was slowly adding more ingredients that seemed to be making up a less than platonic outing.

Kirin studied Zac closely, only the faintest dusting of rose on his cheeks to indicate his unease at being so bold with such an unknown subject for Kirin. So, Zac was actually planning to buy Kirin food. Still sounding like a date. But he was so flustered... had he not realised, or had he been hoping Kirin wouldn't realise? Kirin couldn't tell.

"Popcorn or mints," Kirin shrugged. "Nachos are a bit messy in the dark."

That was an out for Zac to take, if he wanted, though Kirin was hoping to find out what the other boy's intentions were. The nervous feeling in his stomach at the thought that this might be a date... wasn't unpleasant. Huh.

Kirin let his chin rest on his crossed fingers and gave Zac a tiny smile. "Whatever is fine," he said. He really wasn't all that fussed. Unlike karaoke, where the activity was more important than whoever accompanied him, this felt more like it was the activity that didn't matter, just the company that was important.

"I'll trust your judgement on movies. You've been to this place before, you'll know what's good."

"If it's got you interested, then I know it's not something all flash, no substance," Kirin said. "That's good enough for me."

He wasn't about to judge a movie by its title, since they were so misleading these days. And it was bound to be an intelligent movie, not one of those so-called blockbusters that expected Kirin to ignore plot holes the size of Africa in favour of a half-naked hero or heroine and a few explosions.

"If you've finished your chai, shall we wander over?"

There was surely a flush spreading over Kirin’s cheeks and nose. It was an unexpected move from Zac. Who would have thought that someone who got stuffed into trash cans for being so tactless would actually be such a gentleman? Kirin had never met anyone like Zac before. His mental programming was in need of serious updating. He had no clue on responses to doors being held open for him, so Kirin just had to nod and blush and hope that if Zac noticed how pink Kirin’s cheeks suddenly was, it was put down to the stinging cold wind they’d emerged into.

“I don’t know,” Kirin said, thinking hard about which movies he’d actually enjoyed. “I _want_ to enjoy murder mysteries and the like, but half the time they’re so brainless that even your average dolt in the cinema can guess who the killer is and how they pulled it off. Some action movies are enjoyable enough, but it’s like playing tic-tac-toe instead of playing chess – no substance at all. Horror movies are fun, if they don’t pike out and have the happy Hollywood the-main-couple-in-love-survives ending. And some foreign movies are really good...” That was quite a list, actually. Kirin shrugged. “Maybe it’s just a case of being too picky. Maybe I dislike all of them until something surprising comes along and makes me change my mind...”

His eyes darted to Zac, then quickly skittered away. Yeah, Kirin was totally still talking about movies there.

Kirin nodded along. Fire sparked in his eyes and his voice grew louder as he agreed, "Exactly! Why do they think nudity is going to improve every genre of movie, or distract the audience from bad acting, flat characterisation, and a plot so flimsy that it couldn't hold up a single feather."

He rubbed his hands together as they walked, trying to keep them warm. "Graphic movies don't bother me. Well, unless it's pointless and just trying to distract the audience. I like my horror movies gory, though," he gave a soft, brief chuckle. "I haven't seen Saw, but I'll have to fix that since you think so highly of it."

Another covert look was directed in Zac’s direction. All that talk of 'trust' and 'connections'... was Zac still talking about movies? Was Kirin was one of 'predictable' people? For some reason, Kirin really wanted to know – and not just if he was predictable or boring, he wanted to know exactly what Zac thought of him. ... That was weird, right?

"I suppose it's worth it for when you do finally feel that connection... to a movie," he quickly tacked onto the end. "Maybe we'll be lucky. Maybe we'll find that connection today."

They continued on in silence. Kirin let it fall around them like a comfortable blanket, not feeling at all awkward. It seemed Zac was on the same page about a lot of things: movies, people... the possible date-ness of this whole situation. It was a nice change to not have to spend every minute planning responses and anticipating what brainless remarks were going to come out of someone’s mouth next.

Kirin stole glances as they walked, slowly growing more confident in his theory that Zac had the same confusing-but-nice feelings about Kirin that Kirin felt for Zac. He smiled, relaxing for once. Footsteps began to slow and Kirin glanced up. "Is this it?"