Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

William was waiting for Amber, leaning against the wall, arms folded, eyes closed. What he was doing, he had no idea. He didn’t know why he was acting like an idiot. He could just leave her to her misery, but he was even confusing himself. Perhaps he had a bipolar disorder, too, along with his anger issues. That would explain why he said one thing and did another.

William heaved a sigh.

William pulled himself off of the wall and followed after Amber quietly, turning off the lights when they were out.

His agenda was to get her the ice cream—keep her from breaking down crying. He’d deal with Jace later for doing such a cowardly act.

“If you’re cold, we can take my car,” William answered back, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked at her, an eyebrow quirked.

William nodded.

“My car’s in the parking lot,” he answered, already walking ahead. Though it was incredibly cold, it had yet to snow. William was thankful for that—he and cold didn’t get along too well.

(Maybe keep it up a little? Have them get the ice cream and stuff so they can interact more?)

(Skip to the ice cream shop because yes, it would be a very quiet ride.)

One of the employees looked up at them, a polite smile on his features.

“Hello, what can I get you?” He questioned politely, the smile still on his face.

William looked at Amber, who was still contemplating what to get. He sighed. How long would it take for her to decide on a simple flavor?

“All right, what about you?” The employee smiled. William wanted to wipe it off of his face.

“Mint chocolate chip,” he said after a while. “Medium cup.”

The employer nodded before he began to work on Amber’s ice cream. William stepped away, letting others order as well.

(He’ll get better. XD)

William stuffed his hands in his pockets, staring at the employer as he worked.

“I’m not going to demand something in return,” he muttered. “This is not a favor.”

“I don’t know,” William shrugged, behaving nonchalant. “So you’d feel better, I guess.”

The employer was done with Amber’s ice cream and left it on the counter so she’d grab it. He went to complete William’s order without sparing them a glance.

William turned his gaze away.

“Maybe I’m trying to creep you out so you’d move out,” he shrugged, fixing his eyes on the ground. “Now that you know my secret… perhaps I’m going to treat you to ice cream before I murder you in your sleep.”

William locked eyes with her, a small smirk on his features.

“And why wouldn’t I tell you?” He inquired. “What would telling you change?”

“Why? Don’t I look like someone who could kill you?” William chuckled, shaking his head. “What if I like games, Blue? What if I like my victims prepared, so it makes the game far more interesting?”

“And what is that question I’m trying to avoid?” William gave her an amused smile before his eyes shifted to the the employer. He walked over to get his ice cream, taking out his wallet and paying before he walked back towards Amber.

William stared at her for a while before he sighed, taking a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He swallowed slowly.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I’m wondering that myself, actually. Why am I doing this for someone who told me I haven’t been trying?”