The movie theater. Of course. That hinted toward the theatrical side of Rasmus, playing into the drama, that aura of exuded greatness.
His hands slid into the pockets of his jacket and Red nodded, “I’ve always been a fan of the old horror flicks, myself,” he mused, smiling a bit. “You know, the black and white ones. A bit cheesy but they’re my favorite.” He didn’t care about candy, popcorn, soda...that over-priced junk was left for everyone else.
“I’ll definitely come find you.” He had been about to tell Rasmus that now he knew what he smelled like and that finding the scent would be easier, but he refrained considering it sounded odd.
“I’m up at the radio station, myself.” Red tossed his head in that direction, eyes never leaving Rasmus. “Cranking out the tunes. That stuff. But yeah. I’ll see you around.” He was sure they’d run into each other again.
A few steps and his feet carried him out of the aisle with a nod of goodbye given to his new, exciting friend.