Connor had had to move out of yet another apartment, 15 years really go by in the blink of an eye, and he couldn’t just claim he looked ‘good for his age’ anymore. So the only option was to move, which was always a pain. Fortunately, he’d managed to find an apartment. Unfortunately, he had a roommate. Which meant he had to go through the whole day, riddled with anxiety at the prospect. The hour had finally arrived, and he was grateful for the time it was taking him to lug his boxes up to the apartment.
Bennet was a bit ahppy about having to share an apartment with this human. Although he had requested a bit of information about them, just so he could get to know them a bit before actually coming down to Earth and living with them, none was given to him. But, maybe it would be better for it to be a surprise, maybe his roommate would be pretty cool, and finding that out before might not be any fun. He had gotten to the apartment a bit earlier than his roommate had, and just trying to be polite he had taken the smaller of the two bedrooms in the apartment. He didn't need that much space, and he figured it would just be polite for him to do that. He flopped down on his bed about to take a quick nap when he heard the door to the apartment open. Figuring that it was his roommate he got up so that he could help with the boxes.
He was able to spot the boxes he assumed belonged to his roommate over his own stack of boxes. “Hello??” He called out into the apartment, balancing his boxes on one knee, frantically looking for a place to put them, probably cursing a bit under his breath as he did so.
Bennet finallt made his way in between the boxes to finally reach the guy who would be his roommate. He stumbled over the empty boxes he had left strewn around and offered to take the boxes from the guy, "I am so sorry, could I help you with anything?" He kicked some of his boxes away to make room for some of the new ones, "By the way, my names Bennet."
“No, no it’s okay. Just need room to set these down.” He grunted out, managing to gently place them on the ground. He straightened back up, stretching his back out before offering a hand for Bennet to shake. “I’m Connor. Pleasure to meet you.”
Bennet smiled shaking his hand, not exactly sure what to say, "Uhm. . .okay?" He immediately wanted to facepalm for making the situation so awkward, or at least a little more awkward than it should have been. "Well, I. . .uhm, could go and put these boxes away. I'll go do that now." He quickly grabbed all the boxes or at least tried to and headed back to his room, "Oh dear lord. . ." he muttered under his breath, "Why do I have to be so weird?"
“Okay then….” he kinda didn’t know what to say until after Bennet disappeared into the other room. “Umm..I’m gonna go get the rest of my stuff okay?” He called out, already having one hand on the doorknob. ‘Why am I so awkward’ he cursed himself internally.
After shoving all of the boxes in the few empty spaces Bennet had in his room, he came back out. He looked around for the other guy, but he didn't see him. Shrugging he flopped down on the couch and popped his earbuds in. He was a bit tired from taking bus after bus to get to this place, even though Heaven was on a bit a budget for a him, Uber wasn't even a possibility? He sighed and closed his eyes getting a bit comfy, then realized that perhaps it would be rude to already be taking over the couch. Now just feeling really weird, he went back to his room, but left the door open.
It ended up being particularly hard to lug his stuff upstairs, a majority of it being his art supplies. Which is how he ended up going four flights of stairs with a corner of his easel jabbing him in the ribs. “Ow, ow, ow, ow!” He grumbled, finally making it back to the apartment. He managed to open the door with his elbow and sighed in relief. He clumsily set the stuff down on the floor, cursing quietly.
Bennet poked his head out of his room, "Are you sure you're alright? If you want some help I can definitely help you. It was hard to bring my stuff up to my room, and you look like you have more stuff, so I can. . ." he trailed off realizing that he was talking too much, "I mean, I'm willing to help you out, I guess." He moved so that he was out of his room and actually facing the Connor, "It's up to you though. If you rather I leave you alone, that's fine too."
“Oh…you probably have things to do so I don’t want to bother you.” He remarked softly, feeling a bit awkward. But it was true, he did have a lot of things to carry. He suddenly got very self-conscious about the amount of things he’d brought. Hopefully he wouldn’t take up too much space with all his random stuff.
"I mean not really, my job doesn't start for another week or so, so I'm not really busy at all, in fact I have nothing to do right now at all, except maybe watch re-runs of Golden Girls." Back in Heaven that was one of his favourite human shows to watch, and he never got tired of it. That was actually the only show he ever watched, although the other angels thought that he was weird for it. "But I mean, I can let you be for a bit, that's fine with me."
“Okay then…if you want, you can help with those boxes.” He pointed at a few of the boxes that he’d brought up the first time, still cradling the boxes of art supplies in his arms. Connor shot him a quick smile. “Thanks for the help by the way, not a lot of people do that.”
Bennet smiled happily, "Yep, I mean, I just like helping people, I guess it would be nice if more people did that, I don't know, I mean." He began to ramble as picked up the boxes, "But, uhm yeah, do you like art or do art? I guess I could have just asked if you were an artist, but I'm weird like that." He said nodding the art supplies as he put the boxes down in Connor's room, "Because if you don't, why do you have all that stuff?"
He listened to Bennet ramble on with an amused smile. “Oh yeah I am an artist I guess.” He replied, gently setting the stuff down on his bed, deciding to sort through it later. “I’m not like famous or anything though.” That one was most definitely a lie. Some of his pieces were now historically famous. But it did have its cons, whenever he ‘died’ he’d have to completely start from scratch with a new style.
"Well, it would certainly be interesting if you were, imagine me telling all of my friends that my roommate was a famous artist. Tehy'd be so jealous, well I mean, if they actually listened to me when I talked they would be, but that's no big deal." Benner said still beaming happily, "Uhm, so once you'r done should we maybe discuss things that we can and can't do, like absolutely no parties and stuff like that?"
He chuckled softly. He was surprised that Bennet could just be so happy all the time regardless of what he was discussing. “Yeah I shouldn’t take too long to unpack. I’m pretty much okay with any rules you want to have.” He shrugged, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
"I'm not that much of a stickler for rules, I just like quiet, I guess." Bennet shrugged as he stepped out of Connor's room, "I'll let you be now, okay? If my music get's too loud don't be afraid to ask me to turn it down, I'm fine with that, okay?" And with that, he left his room and went into his own. After closing the door he searched for one of his new books then began to play some instrumental music quietly.
He nodded and watched as Bennet left the room. He got up and closed the door, deciding to start unpacking. He plugged his headphones in, putting on some music and opening up the first box full of stuff he had in his old room. He started setting it up around his room. A few pictures on the wall, a potted plant on the windowsill, and his bisexual pride flag above his bed.
After about an hour or so, Bennet walked over to the kitchen to grab a snack or something. He was getting a bit hungry, and was hoping that he might have saved something from his food from earlier. He had a terrible memory at times, especially when he tried to remember where he left things. He opened up the fridge and sighed, "Darn it, I guess I must have thrown it out." Sighing he trudged back to his room, when an idea struck. He pulled out his phone and started to order a pizza.
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.
