Connor was humming along softly to his music as he continued to unpack all his stuff. He reached the bottom of one of his boxes and his humming slowed to a stop. He picked up the item, staring at it, his smile fading. After a few seconds of staring, he got up, putting it in the bottom drawer of his dresser and closing it, promising himself he wouldn’t look at it again today.
Bennet had finished making his perfect pizza when he got an idea. He got up and walked over to Connor's room, he knocked on the door waiting for Connor to respond. "Hey, I uhm, I'm ordering pizza, do you want one? My treat." He fiddled with the end or his cardigan. "I mean if not, that's fine."
The knock on the door actually helped pull him out of his negative thoughts. He quickly stood up and answered it. “Oh yeah pizza would be great…thanks.” He smiled softly. “Are we just going to have them deliver it or do we need to go get it?”
"If you want I could go and pick it up, the place isn't that far, or I mean, I don't know. Am I bothering you? I feel like I'm bothering you, I don't know, I'm just a bit botherish, I think. I'm sorry if I am." He looked down at his phone and noticed a text from one of the angels who had been assigned to him to make sure he did his job, "I mean, I don't mind either way."
He laughed softly. “No you’re not bothering me don’t worry about it. And hey whatever’s easiest for you dude.” Bennet reminded him a lot of someone he once knew. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he wasn’t sure.
"I-I'll have it delivered, now uhm, do you have any preferences for what you like on your pizza? Cause, if you don't like pineapple on your pizza then you're sort screwed, ad if you do, there's no way I'm sharing." Bennet smiled a bit at his joke, "Or do you just not care?" He didn't want to draw out the conversation for too long, he needed to respond to that angel, which was technically his boss, and boy, she had a temper.
He smiled before shrugging. “I’m basically fine with anything just as long as I can get food.” His phone rang and he scowled. “I gotta get that, so sorry. But yes anything is fine thank you so much.” He rushed out the last sentence, ending it with another smile before closing the door.
Bennet sighed looking at the closed door, "Alright it's fine." Then, his normal happy self came back and he headed back to his room. He left the door half open and responded to the texts from some of his friends back from home. Then finally made his way down to the text from his boss. Sighing he came up with a quick response saying that everything was alright. He made it there safely, he hadn't told anything about who he truly was. And somehow that he was still alive. Once done, he placed an order for a second pizza, then turned on his TV. He had a few shows that he begun to watch on Netflix, and then some that he had rewatched, without thinking he instinctively turned on Golden Girls and began to watch an episode from where he had last left off.
He felt a little bad about how he’d abruptly ended the conversation but that feeling quickly faded when he saw the caller ID. He sighed and answered it. “What do you want?” He asked, his tone cold. It was one of those stupid demons he used to know. And when he called, nothing good ever happened. He listened and whenever the guy stopped talking he spoke. “Leave me the hell alone, I don’t want anything to do with you.” And then hung up. He doubted it’d work for long.
After about three episodes of the show, Bennet began to get a little cold. He had one of his giant blankets in his closet, so while still keeping his eyes on the TV he searched for the blanket. After about a minute or so he was back on his bed wrapped in his blanket, completely covered in it. Just as he had gotten comfortable, his phone buzzed again, and he had to get up to get it. Grumbling he picked it up and opened it up.Seeing that it was his boss, he nearly cursed, but knew better, he'd get in big trouble if he did. So he picked up the phone and tried to answer it as sweetly as possible. But instead of responding at least decently politely, she began to beraide him with questions about his roommate. It got to the point that he nearly hung up on her, but faking a smile said, "He's nice, that's all I know, wait he likes art." Her response was odd though, that they couldn't find him in the system. "May I please get back to my show now?" He had forgotten to pause it, and now it was near the end. After a few more annoying questions, he was set free. He put his phone down near him, then got back under his blankets. He had just rewound the show when he heard the doorbell ring, "I'll get it!!" He yelled as he made his way over to the door, still clad in his blanket-toga.
At the ring of the doorbell, and Bennet’s yell, Connor quickly headed towards the living room, his thoughts now only focused on food and getting it in his mouth as soon as possible. Pizza was one of his favorite parts of the 21st century. And that it could get delivered right to his door so he could successfully live as an antisocial artist.
Bennet paid the delivery boy and then gave him a tip before closing the door behind him. He had a large dopey grin on his face as he turned around, holding two large boxes of pizza. He hoped that Connor was serious about his choice of pizza, because he had gone all out, with random topping choices and such. He put the boxes on the counter then grabbed two plates, "Do you want something to drink? Other than water? Or do you not mind?"
Connor made a beeline for the kitchen. “Just water is fine. Oh and do you want me to pay you back for this?” He asked as he sat down at the kitchen counter. He rested his head on the counter, looking up at Bennet.
Bennet nodded filling two glasses with water, then dropped in a few ice cubes, not really caring if the water splashed a little. "Oh, nope it's fine, as I said earlier, my treat. I like doing stuff for other people." He grabbed a slice of pizza out from his box and put it on his plate. "So uhm, now might be a good time to get to know each other, or even lay down rules. What do you think about that?" He said as he pulled his blanket around him tighter, "I mean, we don't have too, I'm sure there's something else you'd rather be doing."
He nodded and started eating his pizza. “Yeah this seems like a good a time as any I suppose. Sooo..anything specific you want to know about me?” He asked before taking another bite out of his pizza. “Jeez this is really good.” He mumbled to himself.
In the back of his mind Bennet was replaying the conversation he had had with his boss in his mind. He knew that he would need to find out some key things about the guy, especially about why he wasn't in their system. "Well, uh, what are some of your interests? Other than art, I mean, I don't know, do you like, uhm." He looked down at his wrist where he had written down some topics, "Sports?" Thank God that his blanket was covering the writing, if the Connor saw it, that would be pretty awkward. "I think tennis is pretty interesting."
“Uhh..I mean sports are okay. The only normal sport I play is soccer, not that frequently though. I dabble a bit in archery too.” He also had a license to carry a firearm but that’s not necessarily a good thing to tell your new roommate. “I don’t really have that many other interests. Ooh! I do like photography though.”
Bennet nodded, "I like being in pictures, but I am terrible at taking them. And I agree, most sports bore me. I love music though. I like to play music, sing to it, make my own, and stuff of that nature. And I do love to sit around and watch Golden Girls, or read a good book. Do you have a favourite show?" He took another big bite of his pizza savoring the taste, it had been a while since he had last had any, and he loved it.
He happily absorbed all the information, deciding that so far, he liked his new roommate. “For some reason I like watching reality tv, it’s always really funny to me.” He smiled, before thinking of something else. “Oh yeah and sometimes I watch those ghost hunting shows!!”
Bennet nodded, "I know that those ghost shows aren't real, but they still scare me a bit, I guess all the hype that they have around them just stresses me out, and the fact that my imagination likes to run rampant doesn't help too much." He thought that his roommate was pretty interesting, and continued to make notes about him, to return to his boss, "I think that reality TV is funny, and that people that go on those shows are pretty funny. But I do think that some of the people that go on the shows have good intentions, while others just want the attention that comes from it, whether it be good or bad."
Connor mumbled weakly in agreement at the part about the ghost shows. Sometimes they would get something that was real, and sometimes he’d recognize a few demons on there, messing with the show hosts. Which always made him rolls his eyes and typically turn it off. But he definitely wholeheartedly agreed about what Bennet said about reality TV. “Yeah…imagine meeting people like that in real life, that’d probably be weird.”
"I don't understand though, especially on the shows about love, why people are so rude to their partner, then complain saying that is is the other way around, I would thing that a person like that would struggle to find a person, yet people come to them. Then there are the people that are getting, uhm. ..catfished. I think it's such a cruel thing to do, after all, I don't think that the catfisher would like it done to them, but yet most of them do it for the fun of it. And they act as though they enjoy breaking other people's hearts." He served himself another slice of pizza, making sure that it had a ton of pineapples on it, "I guess I just think that people should honestly behave and treat others they would like to be treated. If you would like someone to hurt you like that, and trick you like that, then I guess you can go ahead and do that, but if not, you shouldn't do it to others." He was about to continue before he stopped himself, "I must sound like an idiot rambling on about this, I'm sorry." he smiled sheepishly, before taking a few big bites of his slice.
He smiled softly. “No it’s fine, you don’t need to worry about it. You’re right though. Sadly, most people just enjoy being mean. A majority of the population is self-centered and the media takes advantage of that.” He frowned, his brow furrowing. “So that really sucks I guess.”
"I don't see why, I think that a kind word can go a long way, especially if someone really needs it. Just something to let someone know that they matter, and that people care about them, but a cruel word will be remembered for a long time, and especially if the person is hurting, it could make things much worse." Bennet sighed sadly, "I guess I just really don't understand mean people, but anyways, uhm. . .do you like movies?"
“Yeah I like a few. But I low key have an obsession with all the Marvel movies. I’ve watched all of them several times. I probably watch the Captain America movies the most out of all of them though.” This was as much as his mind would let him ramble and he stopped.