“That’s fair, I can understand that.” Wilhelm nodded, readjusting his posture. He knew he had somewhat killed the conversation, but he didn’t know where to take it either. “Anyways.. I think, if weather permits, I’ll be spending my day in the gardens. Well, actually- even if it doesn’t, I’ve been meaning to go out there for a while now, and I hate to let rain stop me.”
Connor nodded. "Alright. Ah'll probably draw. Or read. Or…ah dunno." he replied with a soft laugh.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to bring your sketchbook out to the gardens? Obviously you don’t have to, but I vaguely remember you saying that, right?” Wilhelm blinked, standing up and tugging on his shoes.
Connor blinked. "Oh! Yeah, I did." He agreed. "So maybe I'll do that today." He stretched, sitting up and fishing around for his shoes.
Wilhelm nodded. “I think I’m going to try and seek out some of the campus gardeners today, just to see if they’ll let me shadow them for a few minutes or so today.”
Connor nodded. "Tha's cool." He replied with a smile. "Ah'll just sit on a bench or something ta draw." He shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s not too bad of an idea, it’s surprisingly nice out. Cold, though.” Wilhelm gritted his teeth, tugging on his sweater. These clothes notably weren’t his uniform- it was the weekend, after all. He still looked put-together, a button up, corduroy trousers, things of that nature. Wilhelm ran his fingers through his hair and fluffed it up a bit, turning to grab his bag. He checked his watch.
Connor fished around for his clothes, then, and got dressed quickly. He didn't look quite as put together, wearing slacks and a comfy sweater.
Wilhelm slipped his hands into his pockets, looking away from Connor and towards his own wall. It was still covered in letters and flowers collected over time, and Wilhelm was trying to determine if he wanted to try and press more plants to go up as well.
Connor finished getting changed, and picked up his sketchbook. "There." He said, stretching a little. The sweater was a light cream color, which brought out the color in his cheeks and hair.
“Should we go, then?” Wilhelm looked back at Connor, head cocked. That color looks amazing on him. Wilhelm, on the other hand, was dressed in earthy and dark tones, mainly dark green and warm browns. “I don’t know exactly where the gardeners will be today, though I assume they’ll be- well- in the gardens, somewhere.”
Connor nodded, adjusting the fit of the sweater. "Yeah, sure." He replied with a smile. He tucked his sketchbook into his bag, along with the pencil, eraser, and sharpener, then followed Wilhelm.
Wilhelm walked them down the halls and outside, recoiling a bit at the sudden burst of sunlight. As his eyes adjusted he walked a little more, having to rub them occasionally and pause. “God, it’s bright out today.”
Connor laughed a little, blinking at the sun and running a hand through his hair. "It isn't that bad." He replied. "Besides, this is a rare sunny day fer England."
“Well, sure. I’m not complaining, just stating an observation.” Wilhelm shielded his eyes from the bright light, continuing to walk towards the garden. “It’s a nice day. Nice weather. I’m glad it’s not raining for once.”
Connor smiled. "Yeah. Eventually it probably will rain taday, though." he shook his head a little bit, walking beside Wilhelm.
Wilhelm shrugged, although he nodded. “I know, I know, but it’s a nice break in rain for once.” When they got to gardens his attention was immediately spliced, stuck in limbo between Connor and the myriad of plants surrounding them.
Connor shrugged his shoulders, and nodded. "Yeah." He agreed. He looked around for a place to sit down.
Wilhelm crouched down, pulling a small notepad and pen out of his pocket. He was either taking notes or sketching out the plant in front of him- it was hard to tell.
Connor watched Wilhelm for a moment, then looking around for a bench to sit at.
Wilhelm looked up, noticing Connor’s searching. “If you’re trying to sit down, there’s a bench over there.” He pointed to a metal bench shortly across the way, looking back down at the plant after he had done so.
Connor nodded, and sat down at the bench. He opened his sketchbook and began to draw.
Wilhelm adjusted himself so that he was sitting cross-legged in the ground. He continued to do whatever he was doing, his pen scribbling furiously across the page.
Connor kept drawing, drawing the flowers and the surrounding area.
Wilhelm flipped the page, seemingly moving over to another plant.
Connor continued to draw, starting to hum quietly as he did. He was still just drawing the landscape, paying special attention to the nearby flowers.
Wilhelm stood up, stretching his back and inspecting his work so far. Lots of notes, although there were a few anatomical drawings of the nearby flora.
Connor continued to draw, still humming as he did so. He was working in as many details as he could, the pencil making tiny, tiny movements.
Wilhelm wandered over to the flowers near Connor, crouching back down next to them. He almost sat on the bench, although he wanted to get up close to the blossoms.
Connor kept sketching, his tongue poking out just a little bit as he tried hard to get all the details exactly right.