'i have been imposing on you all day and i prolly keep weirding you out too"

"That doesn't answer my question by the way." He kind of nudges the other. "Movie?"

he thought he had, discarding the thought he took the other by the outstretched hand and led him down the hall his mother had gone into "yeah, i had forgotten!" he pulled the other down the hall


(sorry forgot to hit post before going potty!)

Well, it didn't seem like an answer in Chris's mind, but it doesn't matter. He's going to let it drop for now. He chuckles a bit. "So....what do you want to watch?"

(It's alright lol. You replied :3)

he pushed open the door "everything...eventually" flicking on the lights he led the other the room. it was filled wall to wall with vhss dvds and film reels. a bed was set along the corner crammed in between high shelves of tapes. it was lined with pillows like a couch and faced out to the center of the room. a large tv stood on a low table covered in players and receivers for watching. he spread his arms out 'i have eight-thousand-nine-hundred-fifty-seven movies not counting what my computer and flash drives carry. if you want to watch it i prolly have it. he was proud of his collection

"Holy Mary mother of God!" Excuse him while he stares bug-eyed at things. "That's....that's a lot of movies. Have you actually watched all of them?" He can't believe that there are so many movies in one place. Can someone watch all of these in a lifetime?

"....well, about half" he felt so happy "some are too damaged or too rare to watch, and the ones over my bed are copies" he pointed "it's my hobby, i have been collecting since i was eight."

"So many....so very many. How often do you watch movies?" To even watch that many is amazing. Chris doesn't think he could do it. He halfway feels like the movies might eat him somehow.

"every day, i usually watch four one before dinner and three after. i don't sleep much so it works."

"I love sleep too much. Way too much. Sleep is one of my best friends." He kind of chuckles a bit-it was a semi-joke. He does love sleep, but not that much. "So I dunno if I could watch that many. Depends on the movies."

"you can watch that many without sacrificing sleep, it'd just take longer" he smiled again, naturally this time "so pick something out<3

"Movies are starting to get three hours long about. That's 9 hours. I fall asleep by midnight usually.." He scratches his head a bit sheepishly. A college student does exist that sleeps somewhat normally. He makes an unhappy noise at picking one out. "There's so maaaaaaaany. Do you have Moulin Rouge?" Love story and a musical...but he still loves it and sings with it.

"some, but most stay under the two...um, i do let me find it" he picked up a couple drives from a box "....purple, purple... ah!" he pulled out a pair of purle 8gigs one of these two has it"

"For a long time....I was watching that movie everyday....multiple times. Went to sleep to it every night too. It drove my cousin insane." He's smiling.

he tried the first one "the 2001 version?" the other did not strike him as the type to know about the older ones "you know it's a real place right?

"Yep that one. I would molest McGregor's voice. Believe me on that one." HE chuckles a bit. "But that isn't happening now. And yeah. I know. And Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa was a real a person too. Died of syphilis."

"i did not know" he turned to the laptop, he rarely turned it off. he aha'd and double clicked a file, he switched on the tv and the opening began to play

He sits down on the bed. "So you have your laptop hooked up to your tv? Cool." And he means it-he's always wanted to do that with his tv to watch anime online and the like, but he isn't able to.

"yeah, it's not the same if you only have a little screen" he crawled onto the bed and hugged a pillow

Chris wiggles around until he gets comfortable, a bit curled up on Alec's bed. "I love this movie." He ends up singing with the songs. He's unable to stop himself now.

he only half watched, mostly he listened to the other sing and ocasionally wiggle about making the bed bounce. he was pleased to have this boy be his friend for now but already had been an attempt to leave and he had no way of knowing if this movie would be the last time he'd see the other boy

Well, it wasn't because of Alec that he was going to leave. It was because of the threat his mother made. Let's just say it did not make Chris happy. He kind of nudges the other when the movie is over. "Soooo....what now? And I love that movie!" Though his eyes are bit watery from the ending.

he was lost at this point, he was saved however by his mother's voice through the door "sweetie it is time for your friend to go home, dinner is in twenty minutes"

"Mmmkay then. I guess that answers my question. I'll see you later then?" He's not even started to move yet though.

"do you live close? i can walk you home if you'd not mind"

"I wasn't too far from my place when you ran me over." He's smiling a bit. He isn't angry. "And that's up to you."

'i..i would like to" he looked sheepishly away

"Mkay then...Let's go." He rolls off of Alec's bed and gets his bag. "Ready."

he nodded and turned all of his electronics off, unplugging the drive he tossed it lightly back into the bucket. "haha, let's mosey" on their way out he peeked into the kitchen "ma, i'm taking cris home, i will be back in time for dinner, i promise" he did not wait for her answer but continued out the door close behind the other, he grabbed his board as he passed out the front door.

Chris just trots after Alec, chuckling a bit at the way he works. He just stretches a bit before leading the way back to his place....which isn't a complete dump, but isn't a nice place either. He is a college student. He doesn't make enough for nicer.

the walk to the other's house was fairly uneventful. they talked about likes and dislikes and occasionally cris would pass glances at the wings on alec's back.

Chris, before they reach his place, has to reach out and poke at the wings....to see if he can touch them...if they're real kind of.

he felt the brush of a hand ghost through his wings. he looked over "you can't touch them, not really. i know i can't, but i can feel something can you?"

He does it again. "That's so weird looking." And so he has to do it yet again. "Why are they like this? It would be cool if you could fly with them!"

he shivered at the strange sensation of the other's hand in his wings "i dunno" he did not wish to repeat his ignorance again. "yeah it'd be so neat. actually when i am on my board i almost feel like i am flying"

"Maybe someday you will." He can't help but keep on "touching" the wings. "I'm just afraid of horrific accidents on them....I see stuff on the internet. A lot of stuff...I don't even know why I look things like that up."

the touching had lost some of the alieness about it and the hand felt kind of nice in a strange foreign way now, he could almost feel the pressure of a touch before it'd go through.

"i don't do tricks, not really. that is how people end up hurting themselves. if you are careful it's no more dangerous than skates or a bike"

"I tend to just walk everywhere. It's simpler for me. I know my schedule....not so sure on buses and other things. And I've never been good at balancing on moving things." He chuckles a bit sheepishly.

"it's healthy for you at least even if it's slow i guess" he laughed sheepishly "actually i want a motercycle, i was on one once and it was amazing"

"Man, apparently you haven't seen some people walk. They friggin TELEPORT while they walk." And he's not joking. "I'm a weird person who want a moped." He chuckles sheepishly. "I like motorcycles though..."