Eventually, Bennet gave up, his phone wasn't taking his mind off anything, so, it was time to do something else. He headed back to his room and got dressed for the day, after washing up, then decided that he needed to do at least something. So grabbing one of his many cardigans, he headed out of the apartment. He had left a note on the counter saying he would be out for a little bit, then found his way to some of the smaller stores in the area. He wasn't much of a shopper, but some of the things they had there were pretty cute, and would look nice in his room here. After about two hours or so of shopping Bennet decided that it was time to get back, he was bored again and figured that he could just hide out in his room, maybe binge watch some obscure show on Netflix, or anything really to take his mind off boredom, and Connor, and his work. Still trying to stay in a good mood Bennet entered their apartment again and began to unload the things he had gotten on the counter, "Hey, Connor, I'm back!" He called out, hopefully not disturbing the guy too much.
Connor had been hard at work for the past two hours. He was just finishing up as he heard Bennet call out to him. “Hey I’m almost done!” He yelled back in response. “You can come in if you want.” At some point while he was working he’d gotten overheated. Being too lazy to go turn on the fan, he’d just taken his sweatshirt off and tied it around his waist, leaving only a loose tank top that was slightly clinging to his chest with sweat.
Bennet headed into the room and looked down at the painting, "Wow, that's pretty, and sort of confusing, but okay." He tried to keep his eyes off Connor and more onto the painting, but it was sort of hard for him, "Uhm, I can turn on the fan for you, it'd be no problem at all." He murmured quietly as he forced himself to keep his eyes on the painting, "It is sort of hot in here."
“Thank you. And no it’s okay you don’t need to do that, I’m about to be finished so I’ll be leaving the room anyway.” He turned around, noticing how Bennet was avoiding any sort of eye contact. “Um..are you okay?”
Bennnet nodded and began to back out of the room, "Yep, I am fine, just fine. I just have some stuff that I need to put away, and I'll uhm, let you finish in peace." He forced himself to try and make eye contact with him, just to make the situation less awkward, "Okay?" He stepped out of the room, then headed back to the counter to get his stuff.
“Umm…Okay then??” He was a bit confused as he watched Bennet leave his room. “Well that was weird.” He mumbled but shrugged it off, starting to clean up.
Bennet rebagged some of the things then headed back to his room, closing the door behind him. He took a few deep breaths, trying to clear his head, then began to put his stuff away. He wanted his room to at least look decent, if anything, so he began to straighten some things out. Once done, he flopped down onto his bed and pulled out his phone scrolling through notifications and such, he didn't really want to do anything, and his bed was oh so comfortable. If anything, he was in the mood to take a nap or curl up with a book, but he knew that there were other things that needed to be done. But at the moment, he was just too lazy to do them.
Connor finished cleaning up, putting away his now clean supplies. Leaving the painting to dry, he exited his room, closing the door behind him. He walked over to Bennet’s room, knocking on his door. “Bennet? Do you still want to do something together?” He’d pulled on a jacket, but left it unzipped, so it was somewhat of an improvement.
"Yeah, sure, just give me a minute, okay!!?!?!?" Bennet inwardly groaned, he had forgotten about thefact that he and Connor were going to hang out that day. He stood up and changed quickly, then came out of his room, "What did you have in mind? We could go out somewhere, or watch a movie or something, I really don't have any preferences."
“O-okay.” He waited for Bennet to come out of his room. “Um maybe we could go watch a movie?” That would be a way where they wouldn’t really have to talk, which seemed to be freaking Bennet out right now.
"Oh, uhm, that works, or we could go somewhere to eat, or stay in, or something." He began to list some random ideas he had, "I saw a really good takeout place a block down or something like that." Bennet knew he was still acting weird, but that wasn't going to bother him, "I don't know, I mean a movie does sound nice though. I'm just really indesicive, so you pick." He smiled cheerily at him then sat down on the couch.
“We could always do both??” He offered. “I mean it’s gonna be dinner time in a few hours anyway so we might as well do both. There’s some pretty good movies in theaters right now too.” He was noticing Bennet was still acting weird and was slowly getting less and less sure that he wanted to hang out with him.
"Okay, then, that works, do you want me to see what's on?" He pulled out his phone and began to check the websites, "And uhm, also, your painting was really cool! I wish I could do stuff like that, but I'm not much of an artist. And, one more thing, do you have any restaurant ideas? I don't really have any alergies, or dislikes, so anywhere is fine with me."
“Thanks, I’ve worked really hard to improve my art skills. And I’m really fine with any restaurant, though I’d prefer if we just get takeout and come back here.” That meant he’d be less likely to run into anyone he knew, which was always a disaster.
Bennet nodded, "Oh, well, it looked really amazing, so uhm. . .yeah." Here we go again, can you be normal for at least a few seconds? "Okay, maybe if we see a place on the way back we could just go there?" He didn't really see any movies that interested him, but if Connor found one that he liked he would watch it all the same, "Are you ready to go?"
He nodded. “Yeah I’m pretty much ready to head out whenever you are.” He was hoping this wouldn’t end up being too awkward for the both of them. With luck, the night would go smoothly.
"I think I'm good to go, I don't really know anyone here, so I don't really care about what they think of my outfit choice." Bennet said with a shrug, "So, I'll get my shoes on, okay?" He headed back over to his room and grabbed the first pair of shoes he could find out from underneath his bed, then he came back out and sat down on the couch again.
Connor grabbed his own pair of shoes, a faded set of Converse high tops, and pulled them on his feet. As soon as Bennet was ready, Connor stood, heading towards the door.
As they two headed out of the apartment and walked down the street towards the movie theater, "So uhm, there are a lot of movies on right now, but uhm, you can choose, I really don't mind." He was wearing another cardigan of his and he fidgeted with the ends of it, then he saw a pet shop, and completely got sidetracked, "Look at the birds, oh my gosh! They're so cute!!!"
He smiled, stopping to let Bennet look at the birds for another second longer. “They are pretty cute I guess.” He stayed silent for a few seconds before thinking of something. “Oh by the way are there any type of movies you don’t like?”
"HHm, I like them all, but sad ones, well. . .I don't think I want to watch something sad right now, if that's okay with you." He followed Connor to the movie theater, his mind still stuck on the birds though, "Well, uh, also, I'm okay with horror, but I don't know if I really want to watch a movie in that genre right now, I mean, if you want too, that's fine. I'll sit through it, and probably keep my eyes shut the whole time, but I'd sort of prefer not." He said with a shrug, "I really don't mind at all though."
“Okay I’ll take that into consideration.” He’d pulled up the list of movies on his phone and was scrolling through it to try and find one they’d like. “How about this one?” He asked, turning the screen in Bennet’s direction. It was one of those movies based on real events, World War II by the looks of it.
"WHy not?" Bennet said with a giant smile on his face, "Do you want me to go buy the tickets for it then?" He began to fish his wallet out of his pocket, "And before you say no, it's fine, I don't mind at all." He headed towards the counter and got into line, "Well, come on!" He felt a buzz from his phone and pulled it out. He opened it up and saw it was a text from one of his friends. He inwardly groaned, the guy knew that Bennet wasn't exactly the straightest angel in the group, and loved to tease him about it. And at the moment, Bennet could honestly care less about what he had to say, but he knew he should probably check, just not at the moment. As the line moved forward, Bennet slipped his phone in his pocket and began thinking about whether he wanted popcorn or not.
Connor stepped into line behind Bennet. “Was that anything important?” He asked out of curiosity when he noticed Bennet’s phone buzz. He didn’t care too much, he was just attempting to make some form of small talk so things wouldn’t get awkward.
"No, it was just a friend." Bennet began coming up with an excuse, "He and I have a bit of running gag going on, so he sends me the most obscure text messages, and I do it back, but I have no idea what to send back, I guess I'll figure it out later." He said with a slight shrug, "So, do you want popcorn or something to eat?"
