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“Two tickets to The Oozing Darkness, please.” Janus slid his credit card through the ticket window.
“Sure thing.” The employee rang up the sale and soon slid the card and the requested tickets back out. They did a double take, looking past Janus’s shoulder. “Hey, aren’t you the actor who plays—”
“Nah, that’s my brother,” Remus interrupted. “I was on the props team, though!” he added brightly.
“Oh.” The employee didn’t seem to know what to do with this information. “That’s, uh, cool.”
“Have a good day,” Janus interjected smoothly, guiding Remus’s hand to rest in the crook of his arm and leading him away into the theater. This would be their fifth time seeing the film in theaters; Remus kept remembering more fun facts and funny stories about the production of the various props, and wanted to point out what he was talking about to Janus on the screen. They had only gotten kicked out for being too noisy once so far; Janus was hoping not to repeat that particular escapade.
After purchasing a truly obscene amount of popcorn, finding their seats, and pouring the various candies Remus had smuggled in into the popcorn, Janus curled up in his seat and began playing with the buttons to adjust the footrest and the angle the seat was at. They had come a little late so as to miss most of the previews.
“Hey. Psst. Psssst,” Remus whispered loudly as the opening credits of the movie began to roll.
“Hm?” Janus looked over at him.
Remus grinned, leaning over the armrest and catching Janus’s mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. Janus startled just slightly, not having expected it, before relaxing into the kiss, placing a hand on Remus’s cheek and kissing back.
Remus caught Janus’s hand in his as they separated and settled back into their seats, folding their fingers together and continuing to hold it as the movie began. While Remus ate the popcorn-candy mix in indiscriminate handfuls, sometimes between the stories he was half-whispering and sometimes just speaking with his mouthful, Janus carefully picked through, pulling out just the m&ms and nibbling delicately at them.
“Roman fucking hated the bit where he gets stabbed, we put fake blood all over him and messed up his hair,” Remus said knowledgably at one point, just as Janus was beginning to struggle to locate more m&ms. “I think my stabby wood stick thing looked sick and I made it look like it went right through him, but just because he has to have a little extra makeup, suddenly I’m a ‘terrible brother’ who ‘loves tormenting him.’” He rummaged in his pocket, pulled out an extra pack of m&ms, and tossed them to Janus. “Which, y’know, is all very true, but still. Rude.”
Janus laughed, tearing open the candy gratefully. “You carried the whole film on your shoulders, I see,” he said.
“Yeah!” Remus wiggled happily. “Ooh, ooh!” He pointed at the screen. “I got to be in charge of all the ooze effects on set! Aren’t they sick?”
Janus, despite having been informed of this tidbit every time they had seen the movie, as well as quite frequently for nearly a year of production beforehand, smiled. “They look absolutely terrifying, darling.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Remus’s hand. “Your work really paid off.”
Remus bounced a little in his seat, beaming. “Thank youuuu,” he said. “Oh—oh, look in the background—quick, upper left—someone left a water bottle on set by mistake and nobody caught it in post.”
Janus looked obediently and laughed, but in reality, he was far more preoccupied with gazing at Remus’s delighted face as he continued to ramble. Really, could he be blamed for that?