Popcorn, Bass and Belonging
Once they were texting steadily, the next step arrived like a natural sequel: meet up.
Bumbly picked the cinema because it was neutral territory and because the rules of it were comforting. Seats. Timetables. Soundtracks. Predictable doors. A place where nobody asked him to explain his body in the middle of a sentence.
The evening smelled like wet coats and popcorn oil. The lobby lights reflected in Piper’s bronze glasses when she walked in—white feathers neat, compression cape draped like a soft shield, thermo-sling heavy with the familiar clink of a thermos. She wasn’t “on shift.” But she still brought warmth, because warmth was who she was.
They did the friendship version of consent without calling it that. Piper looked at the chair, then at his face. Bumbly angled himself to give her space. No rushing, no awkward hovering—just two people adjusting like they’d practiced it in another lifetime.
“Movie?” Piper asked, voice soft.
“Movie,” Bumbly confirmed, and felt his shoulders drop a fraction.
The first laugh came during the trailers—some overdramatic action thing with explosions that looked like someone had yelled “budget!” into a blender. Piper snorted. Bumbly grinned. The sound of it braided them together more than any big conversation could.
When Piper handed him his ticket, Bumbly’s paw brushed the paper edge at the same moment her wing held firm. It was nothing—less than nothing. But when she pulled the ticket back, there it was: a tiny black smudge on the corner. A panda pawprint, accidental and perfect.
Piper looked at it like it was a secret signature.
“I guess you approve,” she teased.
“I guess I do,” Bumbly said, and felt the warmth hit the back of his throat.
After the movie, they didn’t rush home. They stood in the lobby arguing about the soundtrack like it mattered. Then—because the night had already proven it could hold more—Piper mentioned a small rock gig coming up.
Bumbly imagined bass vibrating through his chair frame, imagined Piper’s glasses fogging slightly under warm venue lights, imagined the two of them carving out a pocket of space in a crowd without apologizing for existing.
He nodded. “Let’s do it.”
Outside, the air bit cold and clean. Piper poured a little tea into a lid-cup and held it out like a peace offering. Bumbly tasted peppermint and heat.
Friendship, he realized, could be practical and sweet at the same time.
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