—ain't it fun?

Almost without missing a beat, nearly cutting her off, even, he said, “The first substance that comes to mind is anthrax powder, but I’m not sure where to get that. I might look up how to make it, though. I’m curious now.” He’d never been one to watch his words, regardless of who he was speaking to, which was how he’d landed himself in trouble in school and other public places several times. “I’m giving it away because I don’t want it. I thought about throwing it away, but my parents always told me never to throw away food. Then again, they also once tricked me into believing Santa Claus is real, so they could just be full of shit, really.” He watched as the girl swiped her tongue over the frosting, standing unbothered with face devoid of any outward expression as he looked on. “Why would I take it back? I just gave it to you.”

     SURPRISED at the fact someone stepped in, Mica could feel the tightness in his chest easing slightly– slightly being a key word. White knuckles stopped gripping so tight and he looked towards the girl whom had spoken for him, a grateful beam working across his face as he nodded his head, hair bouncing slightly in tow. “Y-Yeah…” he started, cheeks forming a light dusting of pink as he felt more and more stupid at the fact he was struggling to ask someone not to be a dick. “Thank you! Some people kind’ve forget that other people exist i guess. But you’d think they’d see someone who was nearly 6′, right? Hah–” Why are you still talking? Shut up, stop embarrassing yourself! “– Sorry, I’m rambling.”

He frowned, lips slightly pursed as he tried to consider what she was trying to imply. “I don’t know anything about breaking anyone’s heart,” he said, which was really against the point she might have been trying to make regarding the supposed ‘poison’. With a slightly bated breath, he added, “There’s really no such thing as a broken heart, anyway. Well, there is, but it has more to do with the tendons in your heart, which you might know as heartstrings than the actual heart itself. It’s said people have died exhibiting cardiomyopathic symptoms, but because of too much stress. Which, I guess, people likened to a ‘broken heart’.” He nodded, but before she could react, he gestured towards the box that was now in her hands once more. “It’s not poisoned, by the way. It should disintegrate the cupcake by now, and it hasn’t yet. I’m assuming she bought it yesterday or at least sometime last night, because she gave it to me early this morning where I don’t imagine any pastry shops would’ve been open.”

      “ Sneaking into a movie? You rebel. ” The off duty paramedic couldn’t help the smug look that graced his features upon the musings of the woman befalling his ears. “ I most certainly am judging you. That’s newbie talk. ” Stepping to her side, though maintaining the distance between them, a soft chortle fell from parted lips. “ You can do much better. ”

Once she caught up with him, Scott smirked and glanced around to see what movies were playing. “If you’re up for a scary movie we can stick to that IT one.” He suggested with a raised eyebrow.

Avi listened to her talk, not bothered by what he perceived as aggression in her tone. “Couldn’t agree more,” he said. He, after all, was the type of person to ride a motorcycle without a helmet. Life was better with a little danger, in his opinion. Hearing her threaten him only made him smile back. “I’d be honoured,” he said. “All the better for my wallet, right? And what’s the name of my new partner in crime, hm?”

Theo just smirked. He used to be a regular attendee of the movie theatre when he was a teen and he had never once paid for a ticket. He liked to think that getting in for free was one of his specialities by now. “Judging you? Babe, I’m encouraging you. I say you do it – c’mon.” He nodded towards a particularly large group that were milling around as they waited for the last of their group to pay, he then slipped into the mass of bodies and pulled her with him.

“You know I’m always down to do stupid shit with you, and there’s nothing more that I enjoy than watching you come up with ‘foolproof’ plans and get caught, but…” He sighed, his eyes darting towards the line at the ticketing booth before moving to look back to his friend. He used to be way more fun, he thought, before he got older and somehow had a burden of responsibilities pressing upon him and a close surveillance from his parents’ hawks. He wished that didn’t have to change. And maybe it shouldn’t. “Screw it, I’m in.”