"It's amazing," Jay babbles, grinning as he walks, trying not to outpace Tim too much. This has started becoming a little tradition, them going out to get a cheap movie every time the mood strikes, and he couldn't be happier about it. Tim has a lot to learn about iconic shitty movies.
"It's not really a sequel, it was kind of its own weird thing that got marketed as a sequel to a semi-successful horror movie from the 80s," he says, burying his hands in his hoodie's front pockets. "Written and directed by this Italian filmmaker who was like, one-hundred percent serious about it. Like he thinks it's it captures his vision. It's so terrible. And so fucking weird, it's - it-"
He falls abruptly silent, before Tim's even spoken. The quiet instruction barely registers for a moment, Jay's too busy trying to swallow the sudden intense certainty that there is something there. That Tim voices it, that he feels it too, makes it so immediately worse.
He pulls his arms around himself as if to fend off the cold and keeps moving, a little quicker. "Something like what?" he hisses, resisting, oh god, resisting the urge to look.
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"It's not really a sequel, it was kind of its own weird thing that got marketed as a sequel to a semi-successful horror movie from the 80s," he says, burying his hands in his hoodie's front pockets. "Written and directed by this Italian filmmaker who was like, one-hundred percent serious about it. Like he thinks it's it captures his vision. It's so terrible. And so fucking weird, it's - it-"
He falls abruptly silent, before Tim's even spoken. The quiet instruction barely registers for a moment, Jay's too busy trying to swallow the sudden intense certainty that there is something there. That Tim voices it, that he feels it too, makes it so immediately worse.
He pulls his arms around himself as if to fend off the cold and keeps moving, a little quicker. "Something like what?" he hisses, resisting, oh god, resisting the urge to look.