[Ben doesn't bother replying, filling his time instead by giving Rhade a warning that Alex is coming, that it's okay with him. His new room does indeed have two chairs and it also usually has whatever assortment of his belongings he's dabbling with for the day stacked in neat, ever-moving piles easily within range throughout the room. Even in his old barracks-style cabin this had been true.
For now he's packed it all - books, CDs, radio, sketchpad, art supplies, chess set - into a compact, deliberate pile in the corner near the closet, out of the way. He's there to meet Alex at the door, leaves it to his friend to close behind him as Ben himself moves back into the room.
His body language matches his voice: militantly rigid, deliberate and efficient, and somehow... the heaviness is not uncharacteristic. It's simply not been a part of his personality for the past several months and thus had no place in his muscles and bones.]
[ Spam ]
For now he's packed it all - books, CDs, radio, sketchpad, art supplies, chess set - into a compact, deliberate pile in the corner near the closet, out of the way. He's there to meet Alex at the door, leaves it to his friend to close behind him as Ben himself moves back into the room.
His body language matches his voice: militantly rigid, deliberate and efficient, and somehow... the heaviness is not uncharacteristic. It's simply not been a part of his personality for the past several months and thus had no place in his muscles and bones.]
Thank you for coming.