"Cronus, one does not simply act like a greaser. One IS the greaser, and they know it. You can not say you are a greaser and not have even heard of Grease!" You placed your hands on his shoulders, staring him dead in the eyes. "Are you ready to learn of Grease?"
He stared back for a moment before his gaze hardened. "I am ready."
In a few minutes of dashing around, you found a special, locked chest of yours containing memories. The fondest of memories were always locked, you found, if one truly liked them. You produced the key to the chest and pulled out your favorite DVD of all time; Grease.
Now for a regularly unscheduled interruption: We will now explain your character since obviously you don't know yourself anymore. You were a quiet girl, on that stupid ROCK you and your friends call a home all you did was sleep. If you didn't like the dream bubble you were in, you simply woke up and went back to sleep. If someone needed to talk to you, they had better hope that they were in your next bubble.
Your interests include 50's music, musicals, and also forcing these musicals onto others. If someone looked even remotely alike to someone in one of your musicals, be it in any way, you were there. You also, in a way to force your musicals on others, change how ya talk by their type'a personality, which can get to be a problem. When that happens, you antagonize them until they leave. The latter happens a lot.
BACK TO THE STORY
You were now sitting on a couch with Cronus, humming softly along to the ONCE ever-popular song and staring intently at the television screen.
I am not going to describe all of the events of the movie because I like readers, so...
As the ending credits played, several hours later, you leaned back against the couch for the first time in a while and were going to sigh, had you not jumped a little when you felt an arm around the bak of the couch, waiting for you.... READY for you! You quickly realized, however, that it was just Cronus and there was no reason to worry. He seemed pretty calm... You flicked your eyes over towards him to see a smile creeping across his face. "That is my favorite movie, ever." You said, satisfaction and nostalgia welling up in you.
"It was pretty good. Thanks for letting me watch it with you."
"Oh, it was my pleasure to fo-show someone my favorite movie. Especially someone who likes the sort of characters in it. I love all sorts of things like this movie: musicals dating all the way back-all of it-, old music, older romcoms, even. I guess it's my mind's way of calling back to days when I was younger. My mom always used to play me old songs like these when I was younger, and she once told me that they would make me fall right asleep." Tears began welling up alongside the satisfaction and nostalgia at the thoughts of your mom, making you reflexively reach up to wipe your eyes.
"I... I bet you miss her a lot," he said quietly.
"Yeah, but it's fine. I brutally murdered the imps that got to her." You said, laughing a little.
"So then, [name]," Cronus' voice wavered slightly, as if he was nervous. "We just watched a semi-romantic movie, we're in this area alone..."
"Yeah, yeah, fine, Matesprits." You said quickly, so quickly that he almost didn't catch it.
"You're the only person I can even relatively attempt to talk to about my movies and things. Besides, the greaser thing you're into? Big plus." You said and smiled, folding your legs onto the couch and leaning into his side.
"How did you even know I was going to try to flirt?"
"I gather research on ALL of my movie victims, so I can force upon them the best movie possible for what they like and their personality. During my research of you, I uncovered from others that you're very flirty and want to fill your 'quadrants'." You smirked. Cronus stayed silent, but pulled you a little closer to him. He wasn't going to show his excitement