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.