forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Wilhelm leapt off of his bed, his dark eyes giving off a puppylike energy that was hard to ignore. “Off we go, then.”

Connor smiled a little bit at the sight, and put his paints away carefully. "Alright." He replied. He wondered where they would sit. With Romeo and Claude? Or not?

Wilhelm slung his red pullover his shoulder, finger hooked in the collar to keep it in place. He considered not sitting in his normal seat for a moment— the tension between him and Romeo was too tight. It did dawn on him, however, that there weren’t many other options.

Connor adjusted his sweater. His pale, thin fingers were still stained with paint, though that would eventually wash off. There was still that faint smear by his hairline, and somehow he had managed to get it on his lower lip, too.

“Hey, uh.. you’ve got paint on your lip..? Somehow?” Wilhelm chuckled a bit, opening the door and looking back at Connor.

Connor licked his lips a little. "Oh, ah can taste it." He replied, grimacing. "Oh well. It'll come off eventually." He replied with a smile.

“Why would you- yeah, alright.” Wilhelm walked out of the dorm and into the hallway, rocking from heel to foot as he waited for Connor.

Connor followed Wilhelm out of the dorms with a faint smile. He sighed softly. He wanted to ask where they would sit, but…he sighed softly.

“Are you okay with sitting in the normal spot? I find that there aren’t many other spaces to sit..” Wilhelm pursed his lips, looking forward at the expansive hallway. He locked his fingers behind his head.

Connor shrugged. "Ah dinnae have a preference." He replied slowly. "But what aboot yeh?"

“Eh.” Wilhelm shrugged, biting his tongue. “It could be worse, I suppose. Better than having to find a seat, not everyone in this damn hellhole thinks I’m as charming as I think I am.” He laughed a bit, but quickly cleared his throat and began speaking again. “It’s up to you, though.”

Connor shrugged a little bit. "Nah, ah'm really fine wi' anythin', Wil." He replied with a quick little smile. "Though if Romeo starts talkin' shit again, ah might throw somethin'. No' in th' mood for 't."

“Agreed. I don’t think I could suppress the urge to strangle the bastard.” Wilhelm laughed, his eyes sparkling with a kind of humor. He walked into the cafeteria, ears suddenly flooded with the loud chatter.

Connor nodded a little, mouth twitching in a faint smile. He looked over at Wilhelm. He blinked as they came into the cafeteria, and looked around.

“This way, then.” Wilhelm led them to the normal table, pulling out two chairs and taking a seat. Romeo’s eyes were sharp as he looked at the pair, but he said nothing.

(happy new year!)

Connor sat down, glancing at Romeo, then away again. He bit his lip a little bit. He didn't know if he should say anything.

“When’re the history exam scores getting released?” Wilhelm yawned, drumming his fingers at the table. He looked at Claude expectantly. “Aren’t they being posted outside her door?”

Connor was quiet, pulling out his sketchbook and thumbing through it for a moment. He lingered for just a moment at the picture of Jamie, then kept going.

“Yeah. Expect them next week, she said.” Claude grumbled, clearly annoyed at the time it was taking to get his grade back.

“Yeesh. Isn’t it a little odd to post them publicly anyway? Especially if someone bombs it.” Wilhelm shrugged, leaning back in his seat. He glanced over at Connor. “How do you think you did on the English exam?”

Connor blinked. "Me? Oh. Ah…did good. Ah hope ah did good, anyway." He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sure you did fine. The studying you did was pretty good, as far as I know.” Wilhelm shrugged, taking a sip of his water.

“What happened to your face, Connor? You’re looking.. colorful.” Claude beckoned to the paint on the Scottish boy’s face, a small smile on his lips. “Painting?”

Connor nodded. He looked at Claude. "Oh. Yeah." he replied, rubbing a hand over the paint on his forehead again, though that didn't seem to have any effect.

Claude nodded, taking a couple bites of his food.

“How’s your day gone, Dutch?” Wilhelm stretched, head tilted as he talked to Claude.

“Fine, fine.” Claude shrugged. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Connor got up to grab food, leaving his bag sitting on his seat. He didn't need to carry it around everywhere.

Wilhelm fiddled with his hands for a couple seconds before standing and walking to get food. He yawned, raking his hands through his hair.

Connor was still waiting in line, his red hair hanging down into his face again. He realized that he didn't know the location of the showers, and that he should probably find that out.

Wilhelm was a few people behind Connor. He was silent, his face a stony and cold mask.

Connor got his food and headed back to the table, plate balanced in one hand and his drink in the other.

Wilhelm came back a few minutes after Connor, sitting back down. He set down his plate, eating like a ravenous wolf in the winter. Claude seemed used to the sight, still picking at his food every few minutes.

(Didn't you say you had a plan involving Claude? Or am I remembering things wrong? I have a terrible memory sometimes, so…sorry lmao)

Connor ate calmly, glancing at Wilhelm for a moment as the German boy devoured his food, then returning his attention to his own plate.