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While Isaac would never go as far as call himself insecure about anything, there was something about showing off his writing that struck a chord. He did it for class, naturally, but never anything he wrote in private. It was always something he'd prepared for an assignment.

Hands slid into his pockets and his lips turned downward. "I'm writing a story about a woman taming fires for a living. She's very curious and the two rarely goes well together." He turned to look at her, his head tilting. "She's also nearing her thirties and it's starting to show."

Her snarky comment earned her a chuckle. "Yeah, I could tell." He said, looking at her over his shoulder. He'd never seen someone thrive quite that much that wasn't going for it professionally. And even then, he doubted most of them actually enjoyed getting their asses beat to a pulp every day.

"What are you doing for college?" He asked. She didn't strike him as the kind of person who had a long term plan. That was fine, really. He didn't either and he was doing rather alright for himself.

Holding his arms up, as if to prove his innocent intentions, he grinned. "You got it, boss."

Isaac pushed off the wall and slid his hands into his pockets. While he was disappointed she hadn't taken his arm, he was pleased she'd agreed to spend her precious time with him. That was a win by his book.

With that, the blonde started moving. He didn't give her the satisfaction by looking back to see if she was following. He simply assumed that she was. "So." He mused. "How's senior year treating you?" He asked; While he knew the particular group of students that had been playing hadn't been college students, he could only make an educated guess.

"See, this is why you're the brains, and I'm the beauty." He stood then, hands sliding into his pockets as he looked at the man who'd only seconds before been sitting right next to him. Even Isaac couldn't help the grin on his face.

"Let's not invite the she-devil, though." He said. "I'd rather not compete for your attention more than I already have to - or watch her murder our entire party." Without waiting for a response, Isaac started moving, his hand raising to offer the other blonde a wave.

"Ta-ta!"

Isaac could relate to what the blonde was saying on more levels than one. Of course, while he had a few friends here and there, he knew that there was little point in feeling bad about having few friends. He wasn't the easiest person to get along with - and he'd never pretended to be, either.

"Hm." He simply mused. "Guess we'll just have to invite a couple of non-friends then." He stretched his arms above his head before shrugging. "Or go on a roadtrip. Just the two of us." He wouldn't have minded either way. While the prospect of getting down and dirty in the woods was preferable, he didn't think spending some quality time with the one guy he'd consider a friend to be a bad thing either.

He considered that for a moment before he grimaced. "You might enjoy the smell of earth and dirt, but I don't." No, he'd much rather prefer the comforts of staying inside a tent where all the insects and poison ivy wouldn't get him. "Or we could rent a cabin." He continued, pondering.

Of course, all the planning in the world would be moot unless they managed to find people to join them. He offered the blonde a sidelong glance. "Why don't you have any friends?"

Though, he could have asked himself the same thing.

"I don't." He said, shrugging as if it didn't really matter if he did or not. That wasn't a problem for now. He could deal with that later. Besides, he couldn't very well go camping by himself, so it would have been a waste of his time to get a tent beforehand.

He looked at the other blonde, eyebrows raised in question. "Do you?"