“Alright, well I’ll be waiting for that glorious day,” he replied absently, though he has no idea what concept of the bunny could be redefined. And how.
Isaiah stared at him for a moment, before he cast his eyes down, thoughts jumping to his own sister. He thought he knew her, but he didn’t anticipate she’d push him away. “Sisters are complicated,” he shrugged.
Rolling his eyes again, Isaiah allowed himself a small chuckle. “Please. That’s bullshit, and you know it,” he retorted confidently. They both know that didn’t happen at all. Although, now that he thinks about it, would he ever pet Trevor? The idea of petting your best friend turned bunny seems weird.
“Depends on the pizza, probably. Maybe people looking for recommendations would find it useful. If they’d trust a blog that also talks about nuclear weapons, aliens and other conspiracy theories.” Isaiah was saying, as his feet automatically led him along the aisles, looking for a spot for both of them. He found one, near the glass walls. Perfect, he thought. He sat down and waited for Trevor, grateful that he’s changing the subject.
“Yeah, if it’s bullshit, then I wouldn’t see the faint worry crinkling your eye. But it’s alright, buddy. I won’t tell.” Trevor laughed again, mostly because that was also bullshit. He followed his friend as he spoke and listened in turn. The two of them were really so different, but they had known each other long enough that Isaiah’s relief was visible to Trevor. Good, he thought. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Trevor had many more acquaintances than actual friends, and Isaiah’s friendship of all was one he’d hate to lose or bring tension to, even despite his recent misgivings of Isaiah’s advice to stay at the school.
“Hmm. Well, you know...don’t forget about all the school stuff on it too. I mean, I can’t believe they didn’t already have something else going on. There’s totally a niche that could be filled with a school paper.” Trevor took his seat opposite Isaiah and began to peruse the menu absent mindedly as he continued to talk. Really, truly, talking was one of Trevor’s greatest pasttimes, and he was glad Isaiah would mostly listen to him talk, even if it was about nothing.
“Wouldn’t that be kind of fun? Like, have a press pass and shit and just be able to walk around to events and concerts. Hell, it’d even be fun to cover the boring stuff, y’know? You’d never have the same day twice. Plus, the whole key thing? The possibilities are actually endless.” He paused. “But what about you? What would you do if you could, like...do anything? Anything ever?”