forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Connor nodded. "Mhm. Most likely." he agreed with a quick smile.

Wilhelm drew his knees up to his chest, moving to crouch. “Sure thing. You remember how to get back, right? This is pretty far from the main building.”

He nodded. "Ah think ah do. Ah hope." he replied with a laugh.

“Mm.. you’re smart, I think you can figure it out.” Wilhelm shrugged, laughing as well.

He nodded. "Mm. See yeh." He said with a wave, heading off to eat.

Wilhelm waved back, standing up. He dusted off his shirt and pants, going to inspect the pond once more.

Connor headed inside, walking towards the building. He hummed softly.

Wilhelm came back to the building after around 15 minutes, still shaking the dregs of water from his hands when he entered the dining hall. He scanned the room for Connor.

(gtg now actually. Sorry! I might be back but idk)

Connor was sitting over to the side, having already finished eating. He was sipping his tea and talking to Oliver, smiling a little.

(not a problem, thanks for letting me know! bye!)

Wilhelm came up to the table, drying his hands on his pant legs. “Morning, Oliver.” He nodded cordially, unsure if it would be okay for him to sit down or not.

(np! Bye! Also won't be on this evening either, sorry)

Oliver looked up, and smiled. "Mornin', Wilhelm." He greeted easily. "Sit down if you want to." He turned back to Connor, finishing what he had been saying.

(alright, alright, np!)

“Thanks.” Wilhelm took a free seat, digging his notebook out of his pocket. A few plants- some flat, some not- stuck out from between the pages, clearly waiting to be pressed.

Oliver nodded to Wilhelm, then continued his conversation. Connor was nodding, occasionally adding in with Oliver.

Wilhelm stayed quiet, listening to the dull roar of the dining hall conversations more than anything else. He glanced towards the front doors, looking for any of his other friends that he could sit with instead.

Oliver seemed to be giving some sort of long-winded explanation of the current English politics. Connor looked rather overwhelmed at the information, merely nodding.

Wilhelm caught sight of Claude, whose nose was bandaged and clothes rather disheveled. He pressed his lips into a thin line, picking up his notebook and standing. “Sorry for intruding, I’ll be out of your hair.” He gave a quick wave to them, making his way back to his normal table.

Oliver blinked, and waved, then launched back into his explanation.
"Oh my god, Oliver. Slow down." Connor eventually complained. "Ah get it, ah really do."
"–right, sorry. I just…I'm going to be a politician. I want to help people." Oliver looked mildly embarrassed. "Sorry."

At their usual spot, Claude and Wilhelm were already engaged in lively conversation. Wilhelm had his notebook out, and was picking it up to show Claude specific pages and specimens. He held a few shoots of grass, going over the differences in them just as he did with Connor.

Connor chuckled. "Ah know, ah get it. Ah also live here in England. Ah know wh' our politics 're like."

Wilhelm laughed, setting down the notebook as Claude talked. They seemed to be swapping stories, whatever the contents were. Wilhelm had the same energy as a puppy, attention bouncing around excitedly.

Oliver nodded, embarrassed. "Yeah, right. Right. Uhm…" he asked Connor a few questions about how the Scottish boy was settling in, and Connor answered the questions and asked a few of his own.

“How’s your nose doing, then?” Wilhelm pointed to the bandages on Claude’s face, head tilted.

“Broken to shit. That boy really did a number on my face, there’s no debate there.” Claude groaned, lightly touching the bandages and recoiling in pain. “There’s some difficulties breathing, but I’m alive.”

Connor and Oliver kept talking as Connor sipped on his tea, laughing a little as Oliver told a funny story, complete with stupid, goofy faces.

“It’s a tragedy. Your beautiful face may never be the same again!” Wilhelm lamented, only partially serious. A lopsided, toothy grin spread across his face.

“I ought to break yours too, maybe you’d take this more seriously.” Claude countered, flicking Wilhelm’s forehead.

Oliver finished up his story, letting out a breath. "We had quite the storm last night, too."

"Yeah. It…wasn't great." Connor agreed, remembering how Wilhelm had shook and trembled with each crash of thunder.

Claude twiddled with his thumbs. “The weather last nights was shit. How’d you do?”

Wilhelm shrugged, clasping his hands behind his neck. “Better? Not great, but I didn’t vomit. That’s a plus, at least.”

"Yeah. My leg acts up when the weather gets bad. Something to do with pressure or something." Oliver shook his head.

"Ooh. That sucks."

“That can’t be your gauge for how bad it went, Wil.” Claude shook his head with a small sigh.

“Can’t it? It’s worked in the past, and it hasn’t happened a couple times, doesn’t that count for something?”

(gtg soon sorry)

Oliver shrugged. "Not as bad as it could be, really. At least I still have the damnable thing."

(good to know; thanks!)

Claude began to argue back, but Wilhelm spoke first. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay? It’s something I need to deal with on my own.”