fandomweekly | [#097] Not for Kids (Guilty Gear)

Theme Prompt: #97 - White Lies
Title: Not For Kids
Fandom: Guilty Gear
Rating/Warnings: Rated Teen. Referring to a male character as a mother, mentions of sex and guns.
Bonus: No.
Word Count: 805
Summary: Sol and Sin see a movie. (Implied Sol Badguy/Ky Kiske.)

When Sin dragged him into the theater, Sol didn't object. Sometimes, it was nice to see shit he knew, like old movies scavenged from an intact Red Box and hideous galaxy print tights. Times were going back to normal, and hey, Sol wasn't objecting to quiet life.

What he was objecting to was theater-priced sweets, because apparently that had never changed.

"Old man, old man--" Sin grinned from ear to ear, "C'mon, just the chocolate mints? Pleaseeee?"

Sol shook his head. Paying that much for mints was absurd.

"Pleasee?" Sin pulled on his sleeve, "I'll leave you and Mom alone early next time we visit him!"

Sol's brows raised.

"You talkin' thirty minutes early?"

Sin shook his head. He had an even better offer.

"An hour." Sin offered, "And I'll even sleep early. Give you and Mom some time for old couple feelzies."

Sol made a low noise and pulled his wallet from his pocket, pressing into Sin's hands.

"Go wild."

"Thanks, old man!"

Sol shrugged.

Sin took it as, 'yeah, whatever' and invaded the counter.

--

Arms full sweets and all the sugary, sweet stuff Ky wouldn't allow in the palace, Sin bounced as he walked alongside Sol.

"If you end up shitting yourself during the movie, don't come cryin'." Sol murmured, hands in his pockets as he strolled and observed.

The place was old and decrepit, with ancient posters tacked on walls and home-made posters on others. They cleaned the place up decent, and the ambient glow of the halls took him back a hundred years to shuffling in and out of theaters, stepping down the stairs to the end credit music.

Yeah, it wasn't bad.

Sin pursed his lips in thought.

"I'm not gonna! I know how to moderate!" He looked at the sweets in his arms and seemed to do mental math.

"Really," Sol stared.

Sin huffed.

"Yeah," Sin said as he shook his head vigorously.

They raised Sin to have some common sense. And if he miraculously didn't, well, the kid would just have to learn from experience.

--

The seats were old and withered. Some areas had no seats at all, but long couches for families and wooden chairs with cushions taped on them. With the place empty, Sin snagged them a normal seat set reminiscent of a century past.

Sol sunk into the seat, throwing his legs up on the seat in front of him. He grabbed his ponytail and threw it on his shoulder, eyeing the seat carefully before reclining back fully. Lice were bad, but gear lice? He wasn't risking it.

Somehow, the annoying advertisements hadn't died either.

"What movie?" Sol said, gesturing to the screen.

Sin opened his mouth to talk, then closed it, chewing, swallowing, taking a sip of soda, then waiting for the processes to finish.

"Uh..."

Sol raised a brow.

"I forgot the name."

Sol listened on.

"But it has a talking bear... or uh, that's what the people outside were talking about." Sin stroked his chin, "They were talking about some cool-ass bear! That's all I know."

Sol made another low noise.

So the movie was either going to be disgustingly fluffy or disgustingly violent, depending on what bear Sin meant, and for his spot in bed, Sol hoped for the former. Scanning through his memories, Sol searched through the few movies he did watch for scenes containing talking bears. The Jungle Book? That wasn't a forbidden subject for a teenage kid. It was an old cartoon. Ky would encourage the kid to watch something like that. Annihilation? That would have him sleeping on the couch, but it wouldn't be something Sin hadn't seen before.

Ah well.

Sol closed his eyes.

--

"JESUS H. FUCK!"

Sol jolted from his nap.

"Let's all be best friends!"

"Shit," Sol swore as he gazed at the giant screen. The reemerging tech wasn't bad, generally, but most people didn't know Star Trek from Star Wars, and couldn't understand century old warnings. Sol told Sin to pick something for kids or teens, not --

"OH, MY GOD!" The lady screamed.

Sin gaped at the screen. The teddy bear was on the floor, talking and chattering and a couple was screaming for their gun and their kid. Sol knew this movie. Ky didn't know old movies or media and all of that, preferring to indulge in teacups and books, but even hearing a sliver of script contents would make a nice space for Sol on the couch. Drugs, sex, more sex -- yeah, no.

"You can watch this," Sol stated slow enough to grab Sin's attention, "but don't tell Ky. Got it?"

Sin nodded, smile jumping as he glanced back at the screen. "Got it."

For Ky's mental well-being and Sol's spot in bed, Ky would hear nothing of the day that very much did not exist.