Adrian's not much of an otaku. He doesn't have countless dakimakuras lying around his cold, empty apartment. He doesn't pin posters of an animated female's breasts on his walls --, and he certainly doesn't spend actual money to see his favorite idol anime presented on an extra large screen for him and multiple other lowlives. He swears, he would never stoop as low as to sit in a large, hardly occupied room next to his unconscious mother dearest about to tear up in excitement because holy fuck, there they are.

His ears are crowded with his careless mother's snores and giggles erupting from a particular duo. They sat in a row before him, all squeals and chortles and...neko girl cosplays? That has absolutely nothing to do with the movie. He would understand a Honoka or Nico cosplay, what on Earth is their goal?

Bright blue eyes glued themselves to the aforementioned couple. He felt his head tilt, his attention fully focused on the two instead of on the movie he paid actual money to see, dammit, pay attention. Ah, how he tried, but each time he did, the blonde one would make a loud cackle and a desperate cry of 'Look at Nico go!' The latter even tried to tell them to stop, but he could only squeeze out a "Pl-ee-ase-eh, s-top, q-quiet." between muffled giggles.

Rem does not want to be here. Yena is his friend; he repeats it in his head like some sort of prayer. The white haired artist doesn't know why she picked this movie (he does - really does.) It's cute, though. When the cerise eyed male found himself smiling slightly at the pigtailed girl's cringe worthy display of attention, he [i]feels his Korean companion's baffled stare. The dirty blonde aforementioned squeezes Rem's arm so tight he feels like dying. She's going on about how she can't wait for her quiescent best friend to fall into Hell alongside her. He sighs.



The movie is almost over by the time the male finds himself gasping for breath. He doesn't even care if he looks like a fish because Yena's commentary is too much, thick Korean molding into that of a dying animal than Maki's excessive 'tsundere-ness.' ''W-we're going to get kicked out if you don't k-knock it off, Y-y-yena!'' He mumbles in between chortles, silver tresses covering his red face. Yena barks - actually barks - out a laugh and he feels his soul leave his body with a squeak.

Yena had always tried to be a polite nya. Tried being the keyword. There were two problems with Yena attempting to be polite in public places; 1), she had an extremely short temper. 2), she had a tendency to laugh at the wrong time and the wrong place. This was one of those times and places.



"LOOK AT NI--ICO GO REM! LOOK AT HER NYOOM" Yena was currently screaming as quietly as she could in the middle of a packed movie theater, much to the dismay of the other movie-goers. Her friend Rem- who was now regretting his choice to accompany Yena to the Love Live movie premiere- was muttering for her to knock it off; obvious pain in his tone since Yena had a death-grip on his arm.

Near the end of the movie, she finally turned to Rem.



"Rem..... do you see that guy down there staring at us? What a creep.."

Yena, somehow, had completely calmed down and was focusing intensely at the stranger near the front row that was staring back at her. I'll fuckign fight him..

The obnoxious brunette didn't realize he was staring so harshly at the younger two until their eyes caught his and their whispers sent a shock through him, his eyes widening and blush surfacing beyond his control.



"Sah... snn... sorry..." he muttered, eyes darting anywhere but that godforsaken neko's deadly stare. He felt as if he was at gunpoint with the way her sharp gaze pierced through him. Shit, I must look like the biggest creep there is. Idiot.

It was nearly impossible to pay attention to the rest of the movie. Eventually, the blonde gave up and turned her gaze towards the screen along with her partner, but she would still shoot glances that gave the messy haired lowlife goosebumps. His mother woke up just in time for the ending, too, and it seemed as if she was actually moved by the final performance. He continuously apologized to her wakened state -- assuring her that she didn't have to come, but she would brush it off and insist that she had 'fun.'

With a crack and a pop, Adrian was on his feet, legs wobbling at the sudden weight lurching them forward. The movie concluded with another tearful ending, offering the audience something to walk off feeling satisfied with. His mother kept close behind him. Her countless yawns suggested Adrian would drive them home. They walked up the slope, unbalanced and disoriented, until the previous furry's sharp gaze stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn't know if it was out of fear or if he was planning on apologizing, but he stood there; frozen and dismayed. You don't fuck with furries, Adrian.

Anxiety is something that plagues you. Anxiety is making eye contact with long haired grumps and proceeding to break it discreetly. The woman next to said brute seems like an easy target - after all, she's half asleep, leaning on the wall separating the walkway fro the seats, hair messy and wet with drool. Yena is an extrovert. Yena does not take to being stared at. Yena will be the cause of the white haired painter's death.



When the blonde haired cat launches into accusations, hands gestures and all, Rem knows the foreigner (upon closer inspection) won't be let off easily. Sighing, the younger shifts until he's closer to the two bickering adults, cerise hues nervous. When Foreigner stops talking to look at the frazzled student, aforementioned adult blushes up to his ears. His chestnut eyed companion isn't even paying attention at this point - it's obvious due to the annoyed Korean she's huffing. Something about Nozoeli.

As stated before, Yena always tried her best to be a polite nya. However, when some asshole decided to stare at her and her best friend when they were just trying to have fun, she had some trouble being polite.

When the movie had finally ended- it was perfect by the way, it gave Yena some quality NozoEli to fawn over- Yena decided to march over to the (nya)asshole and give him a piece of her mind. Before Rem could hold her back, she walked over to the dude to give him a very Stern Talking to (read: she was going to yell at him until the man decided to walk away from the yelling furry).



"What the fuck is your deal, staring at me and Rem. We're just trying to have a good time, enjoying our NozoEli-s, and our Nico Nii-s, and you're just sitting over here, fucking staring at us like a god damned eyeball man. What is your deal? Are your eyeballs broken ? What the fuck ?"

Before Yena could yell anymore, however, Rem came over and dragged the furry away from the staring stranger, who was probably extremely confused as to what was happening, since Yena slipped into Korean about one-fourth of the way through her rant.

Spine straightening, as if to give off some sort of intimidation -- Adrian's jaw clenched at the sudden harassment. "I apologized, so please leave me alone..." the brunette huffed out, fingers carding through unruly locks. This time, he was the one sending dirty looks, shooting sharp glares as he attempted to hurry his irritably half-minded mother outside of the hellish movie room.

For some unknown reason, the older woman stopped him, turning around to place a warm hand on his shoulder and offered a smile that said 'Move out the way and let me handle this, sonny. This is what I'm here for.' This, however, frightened the absolute shit out of Adrian. Before he could protest, worn-out navy blue heels marched their way towards the bitter young nya. In fact, before he could even rush towards his mother, she was already rambling on to a certain white haired male.

"Please control your pets. My son is extremely distressed. He goes through a lot, you know. He is a troubled young boy, and your cat friend is going to give him nightmares. He has enough nightmares to deal with. Now there is a half-human half-neko confronting him for staring. Tell me, did he stare at her cat boobs? Her cat butt? Actually, if he did, I'd have to give him a stern talking to. That's disrespectful. That's not good. Staring's not good either, but at least he's not yelling at the top of his lungs in a public place. Or is that nya-ing? Angry nya-ing? How does this work? How are you a cat?"



"WHAt the FGUfck PLEASSE STOPP ?!!!!!!11??!"