It's a relatively easy task for me to find a seat. It's not good manners to push people out of the way but nobody seems to complain about it. Still as I've said before I'm not the sort of guy you want to mess with. The first major obstacle is the fact that the chairs are designed for the average human and there isn't a lot of leg room available. Being a tall guy that means it's a rather tight squeeze. Still my height does have the advantage of being able to see over the heads of those in front of me.
A loud cough comes from behind me and then I hear a nasally rather whining voice asking me to move my head so that they can see the screen. I turn my head to speak to them and the man gulps nervously.
"Sorry sir. Please don't mind me," he gulps nervously and looks as though he's going to faint. Looks like I forgot about not smiling. Still no real harm done.
The cinema soon fills up with people of all ages. Alarmingly there seem to be teenagers among them. A couple are in the row in front of me and seem more interested in each other than the film itself. They begin kissing and I find myself unable to take my eyes off them. Next to me another teenager begins eating popcorn. The crunching noise sounds like bullets with my hearing. I fight hard to resist the urge to growl. Now silence descends as the film begins.
The story is one of those romance type things where a guy frets about a frail. That's a stupid thing to do. If you let yourself get caught up in a frails charms she'll control you and you get lost in that dangerous thing called love. Somehow I find my thoughts turning to Raven Darkholme. She and I had a thing going at one time. Maybe I'll look her up sometime. Then I think of Birdie. I loved Birdie and she died. My poor little Birdie, I miss you so much. I concentrate on the movie to take my thoughts of this.
I find this hard to believe but the story is good. The chemistry between the guy Leopold and the frail Kate is amazing. It's really tugging at my heartstrings and I feel all warm inside. Suddenly I feel moisture on my face and a drop runs down trickles onto my finger. I lick my finger and it tastes salty, rather like blood in fact. Then I realize just what it is. It's a tear. I'm crying over a romantic movie! Will wonders never cease?
The movie comes to an end and I wander out of the cinema in a daze. Still I know what I'm going to do next. I'm going to tackle the mall again and then I'm going to the park. I know that there's one nearby because I can smell the clean and pleasant scent of trees. Being a feral means that you're close to nature and I probably need to give the animal a bit of a release. In the park I can climb a tree or run on the grass and let it all out. The smell of meat tickles my nostrils and I realize that I forgot all about the hamburger I bought at the refreshment stand outside the cinema.
A bark comes from near ground level and I look down to see a small terrier dog which looks up at me with soulful brown eyes. Checking to make sure that no-ones watching I give the dog the hamburger to eat and ruffle it's rough coat. If the runt saw me doing this he'd probably give himself a cardiac arrest from laughing.
"Oh you've found my little dog sir. Remarkably gallant of you young man," says an elderly woman. I may look young to her but in all likelihood I'm probably twice her age. I've lived a long, long time. I accept her thanks with a gracious nod and refuse any reward. The dog wags it's stump of a tail in farewell and I set off towards the mall.
There I spot a person for whom a mall is their natural habitat. The bright yellow coat makes her stand out among the crowd and I can smell the bubble gum even at this distance. It's none other than the charming young Jubilation Lee.