Setting: SOMEWHERE. Strolling through the streets after seeing a film, how's that?
Hestia and I were taking the air after seeing The Fog, which basically had me screaming like a little girl. Seeing a John Carpenter film with me was usually never a good idea; I was pretty embarrassing. We were eating the rest of the leftover popcorn, well, she was eating it and feeding me occasionally. She'd toss a piece in the air and I'd try and catch it in my mouth, but I liked best when she fed me with her fingers and pressed a piece up against my lips. If I got lucky she'd leave her fingers long enough to let me lick the salt off of them.
"I'm going to have nightmares tonight." I skipped a little and smiled.