Don't Make Me Cry.

Emmett had wasted no time in starting his journey to Emery's mansion. Using the drawings he had been given and his own knowledge of the city's layout, he hadn't had really any difficulty finding the place.
This was a date, or something like it, and based on what he had read in books and on websites, he should dress up. So Emmett had taken the liberty of going out a day before and getting himself some new clothes beyond the things he wore to work and that one t-shirt he had bought.

So there he was, walking up the path towards a mansion in a short sleeve polo shirt and khaki slacks, not really sure what kind of feelings he was having. Was he nervous? Emmett really didn't get nervous, except around fire. Excited? Maybe a little. This would be one of the first times he had made a decision for himself; his first ever date. And his first movie.
He didn't really know what to expect, but he was going to play it by ear and see how things went. Which was just fine with him, seeing as that was how he did things usually anyway.

Standing at the front door, he looked around for a minute and adjusted his shirt's collar one last time. He had opted to leave his gun at home, though he had decided to bring a few small stones with him regardless. No sense being fully unprepared, even if this was supposed to be a personal visit.

Emmett found himself chuckling a bit as the door opened and Emery tried to pull him inside. Almost immediately he gave way, allowing the smaller man to pull him through the door.
The mansion was huge, and if the oppressive silence was anything to go by, Emery lived alone. The golem wondered to himself why someone would choose to live alone in a place large enough to house dozens of people.

He nodded at the greeting, letting the smallest of smiles come forth. "Good to see y'all too. Yer instructions were pretty well drawn, so I didn't have no trouble gettin here."
Emmett scratched his cheek, unsure of what to do. He knew he was here for a movie, but he didn't know if there was any normal procedure for this. Finally he let out a long sigh before saying, "I s'pose we should set up fer the movie?"

Emmett wasn't sure how to react to Emery's excitement. It seemed almost child-like, which put him slightly on edge.
He nodded at the general sweeping introduction of the house, and merely replied, "Yeah. Pretty."

At the other man's apparent confusion abojt how to set up the movie, Emmett merely shrugged.
"I can set it up if'n y'all want. Just lead the way."

Emmett wasn't sure how he felt about the hand holding. He knew it was pretty typical for dates, from what he had seen when watching other people. It was nice, he supposed, but he wasn't quite sure what it meant here. Usually the people he saw holding hands were close, and he hadn't really had a chance to really get to know Emery yet. Maybe the younger man was like him, uneducated on the finer points of dating and so just mimicking behavior he had seen before.

When they reached the room with the television, Emmett gave a simple nod and moved over to the device to set it up for the movie. This was something he knew. A task needed completing, and he would complete it.
He didn't go to work immediately, instead pausing for a moment at the question Emery asked him. Taking his date to mean food, he rubbed the back of his neck and offered a small smile. Would it be impolite to refuse? Anything he ate would have to be removed manually later. Finally, he gave a shrug and said, "A glass of water would be nice, thanks."

As soon as he saw Emery disappear from the room, he got to work making a reservoir in his chest so that he could actually drink the water. It was a somewhat grotesque sight, him stretching his mouth open farther than should have been natural and hollowing out a space inside his chest. He was just glad that his date wasn't there to see it.
That done, he got back to setting up the TV for their movie. He gave a nod and a small smile when he noticed the other man return, but otherwise kept working. It took a few minutes still, but he eventually got it working.

Standing up with a nod, he turned to Emery and smiled a bit wider. "Well, I reckon its as set up as it's gonna be. Y'all wanna get started watchin, or somethin else?" Emmett poured himself a glass of water as he talked. He wasn't thirty of course, but he didn't want to be rude.