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Oriel sucked a sip through his straw and smiled. Cherry coke wasn't something he had often - he tried to avoid pop, for the most part - but he really liked it. The sweetness and the slight bubbley fizziness that made his nose twitch just a little.
His head turned when they paused along the aisle, and he had to lean closer to make sure he could see what Kevin was saying. Darkness made that difficult. "Towards the back?" he suggested. "Do you want to grab a seat? I just need to-" He gestured towards one of the ushers. He needed to talk to them.
Smiling, he slipped over to them and explained that he was deaf. Thankfully, most movie theatres these days had closed captioning systems, and when the usher returned from one of the offices, he was given a flat panneled screan that he could attach to the back of the chair in front of him, to reflect back the closed captioning that came from the back of the theatre, below the projection room.
He went up the aisle to where Kevin was and slipped into the seat next to him, fastening the device over the back of the chair.