Meka grinned lazily at the sound of a familiar voice. "Yeah, I tend to do that to myself every so often," she opened her eyes. "What are you up to today?"
"Collecting," Ben said simply, avoiding the question. Sure, Meka might have known a bit about his hobbies, but it still sounded nicer than 'I picked up some dead animals, and might have killed a rabbit.' He slid his bag behind him, a reflex.
"What about you? Going to set fire to the woods and try to draw it?" He asked, deadpan, with the barest hint of a smile.
She laughed gently. "I was trying to work on an art project," she looked at the blank page in front of her. "It's going really well," she grinned and took a rather long drag on her cigarette.
"Care to join me for a bit while I contemplate whether setting the woods on fire is a good idea or not?" she teased.
"It's always a bad idea," Ben shook his head, almost laughing. He glanced behind him and shrugged. It was hard to explain to your friends that you had to leave because there were dead things in your bag.
She grinned. "Yeah, figured," she took a sip of coffee. "You're pretty good at keeping me in line."
"Oh," she frowned a bit. "You got big plans for today?" she leaned a little, trying to get a glance at his bag for any sign of why he would be leaving.
"I guess?" Ben shrugged, not really knowing what to say. He mashed his lips together in a line, and that line crooked over to one side. If he spent time pondering it, they might be there for a while.
"Not big." He took a step back, already trying to make an exit. "Just. Time sensitive."
"Oh," she said, sitting back, feeling a little shut down. She tried to push the feeling out of her stomach but she couldn't help it. Why do I have to like him so much? He obviously wants nothing to do with you. She shook her head.
"Magical biology homework?" she asked, trying to get him to stay for another minute.
"Yeah, well. No. Something like that. Just. Yeah." Ben kicked some rocks around under his sneakers, feeling stuck. Not that he minded being stuck with Meka. Just. Dead animals. Bag. Dead animals in his bag.
"I mean, unless there was something..." He paused mid-sentence deciding it was stupid. A breath, and he tried again. "Was there something else?"
She looked at her shoes feeling stupid. "Oh... um... well... not really," she shrugged. "Just wanted to hang out I guess. No big, we can always uh hang out later?"
"It's not a big thing," she took another drag on her cigarette to shut herself up.
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