"Not for me really. --And of course there's always, like, actual children's media. I watch a lot of Pixar."

"Pixar's good! I appreciate their dedication to making genuinely good movies even if it is purely because you can't ruthlessly exploit people's childhood nostalgia unless you have nostalgia to exploit. Also I appreciate how nobody talks about the bad Disney movies I remember watching as a kid, so I don't have to go through the list and see if any of the old ones you never hear about are any good." 

"Some of the old ones are good. Treasure Planet is great."

Maybe he should sit down in this chair near the snack table.

It doesn't look like there's another open chair so Sasha perches carefully on the arm of Lev's. "I hear about Treasure Planet! Admittedly I mostly hear about it from tumblr blogs that post gifs of the space animation but I still do hear about it." 

"Well, maybe you haven't heard of the bad ones, then. Great Mouse Detective?"

He's not going to touch Sasha, or hint that he wants to touch Sasha, but he's definitely going to send very intense telepathy beams in Sasha's direction and hope that Sasha picks up on it.

"Only in the context of an ex joking about how it's the best Sherlock Holmes adaptation ever made." 

"I wouldn't go that far," he says, "but it does have the most terrifying cat in all of fiction."

"I might have to check it out, then." 

He is maybe leaning towards Lev, just a little. The telepathy beams aren't hard to pick up on. 

"Maybewecouldwatchittogethersometimeorsomething," he says all in one breath.

"That sounds fun. Are you okay?" 

"...you're really pretty? I mean everyone is really pretty you're just. Especially. Really pretty. Um."

(He is kind of proud of himself for getting through that entire sentence without mentioning his horrible pining crush.)

Smile. 

"Thank you," they say. "You're cute." 

"Thank you?" he says. 

Telepathy beams!

Telepathy has not been invented in the last five minutes but it is not very comfortable to perch on the arm of a chair. 

How does Lev feel about a lapful of Sasha? 

He is very very happy about a lapful of Sasha. 

Perhaps Sasha will be able to feel how happy he is about this prospect.

Gosh. 

He is indeed able to do that. 

Lev has no idea where to put his hands. He makes an abortive movement towards Sasha's thighs, then towards his ass, then towards his hair, then eventually rests his hands on the sides of the seat without touching Sasha at all.

"So what do you do when you aren't watching old movies," Lev says, like a normal person who definitely has no idea what Sasha is doing when he isn't watching old movies.

"Bunch of design and cosplay stuff." 

"I can tell, you're good at it."

(Slutty Hermione has finished yelling at Ron and, in complete defiance of the alleged party rules, is now giving a very enthusiastic blowjob to Wonder Woman.)

"Thank you!" 

Brief, affectionate headbutt. 

"I'm a psych major. I think I'm going to go to grad school," Lev says, trying with some success to ignore the real-life crossover fanfiction happening a few feet away.

It's really good crossover fanfiction!

"I was a psych major for a year or so but I switched — what kind of psych do you do?" 

It's actually really uncomfortable crossover fanfiction!

"The whole problem with grad school is that I'm going to have to pick. I've been taking a double courseload for the last couple of semesters."

"...Wow, that's dedicated." 

"I have"-- he touches his cheeks-- "a lot of free time."