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[ Q is not entirely sure how he feels about this. It's one thing to go out together in public. It's something else entirely to go to each other's residences. Isn't there a sort of implication when you're invited over?

Yet, for all their play, Q does not nor has not felt pressured into anything from Arthur. Hinted at, joked about, but not expecting. He isn't sure how he can draw that conclusion with their limited interactions. He supposes that, all in all, Arthur seems like a decent person. A much more rational part of his mind reminds him of how terribly he deals with these situations. It's-- Sex is complicated. And he should stop worrying. It was very clear they are drinking and watching movies together. That's it.

He finally knocks on Arthur's door. The address did not surprise him one bit. It's a high end trendy area because of course it would be. You couldn't live in a bad neighborhood with the kind of money Pendragon Industries makes.

Considering the informality of their location, Q is in a plain navy t-shirt, dark grey cardigan, and jeans. He raises his hand to attempt to fix his hair. What's the point? Arthur's probably seen it at its worst already from stressful days on the job. A job that should have been simple is providing a few bumps that can't quiet be solved with genius alone. He pushes his bangs further out of the way instead and waits with hands now awkwardly fiddling with their respective sleeves for a lack of something to do.

As worried as he was a moment ago, he's also rather glad. Arthur is surprisingly good company date or not. ]

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Oh, no, it's fine...

[ He's a little distracted looking around as he brushes away that worry. There's something very intimate about seeing someone's residence. Who knows. Arthur might secretly collect My Little Pony.

He smiles, partially at the idea and partially at Arthur. ]

Isn't that essentially accidental comedy? [ Most horror movies, anyway.

But, well, he has the invitation to make himself at home. He walks to the living room area, where he assumes they will be. There is a television there, anyway. He settles on the couch, hands on his lap out of habit. ]

[conceited]

[ ARTHUR DOES NOT SECRETLY COLLECT MY LITTLE PONY..............

He laughs, fetching the remote from the coffee table as well as three DVDs. ]

So you're one of those types, are you?

[ Arthur, on the other hand, is easily startled. Not that he's going to make this fact known just yet. ]

Your pick. We could go with a classic-- The Exorcist, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or...

[ He looks at the third DVD, which will go unnamed in case you want to insert a name. ]

Hmm. Never seen this one.

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[ Q shrugs at the question. Jump scares did their job. They startled in varying degrees of success. They're just so easy to predict thanks to the heightened music or the lack of it entirely.

He leans forward to look at the third movie and lets out a light laugh. ]

That one. Insidious. [ He leans back and relaxes a little more. ] You won't regret it.

[conceited]

[ Arthur stares at the cover apprehensively. It was a creepy art, that was for sure, but nothing special. Still, he knows the cover art is a poor indicator of the "quality" of a horror film. (Can a horror movie ever truly be quality?) ]

Alright.

[ But wait-- ]

You've already seen it?

[ Didn't that mean he wouldn't get as much out of it? ]

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[ No, no it can't. And that is the beauty of it and why Q is so insistent on it.

He nods and says no more, looking up at Arthur expectantly. It's a terrible film with loads of actually rather good jump scares (in that they did their job). Isn't that the best kind of horror film to have? A scary one?

Go on, the calm and pleased look Q gives says. ]